I could have weathered a million storms, Fallen for each of your numerous forms After everything we’ve been through I could have truly loved you I could have soaked up the rain And furiously kissed away your pain Whether the moon is white, red, or blue I could have truly loved you I could have gifted you sunlight And show you that you shined just as bright You’re imprinted in my heart, I wish you knew I could have truly l...

The orange-red horizon gains a purple hue As the sun is swallowed by the sea of deep blue The waves roll so gently they nearly look still As a gull overhead sounds a loud, mournful trill My soul feels empty, and my heart squeezes tight As the quiet afternoon transitions to night I sit and watch as the sky’s canvas fades As the terns and the sandpipers march their parades The chilly night air brings a dampness along As my...

The morning is cold. My heart left empty, yet still full of love, so full of love for you. I sit here now alone, with my heart in pain, yet so full of love for you. My fingers tremble and wrap the only thing I feel, this cold cup of coffee, and a heart full of pain. Like the love we had, once so warm and steamy, It too has now grown cold. The only thing left for me is my lonely heart, this cold cup of coffee, and my memor...

I wish I could tell you The things I hide inside Lay out my broken parts For your eyes to see. I wish I was brave enough To tell you of the pain I feel The agony of being forgotten Too many times to count. I want to tell you everything About who I am and why. I wish you would hold me close Should tears begin to fall. For I need you to see those things And love me just the same.

The Girl was exhausted by their deep discussion on the Nature of God, the universe, and reality. She was also recovering from what looked like a significant beating, which showed on her face, and the parts of her arms and legs that were visible. Bear was very much aware of how tired she would be, so encouraged her to lie on the couch when she had begged not to be left alone, to stay in the great room with him. He also sus...

                You think Christmas is only for children? That's what old Jim Hadfield thought too and as he was to discover, it is simply a matter of never losing sight of what Christmas intrinsically means and what magic exists still, in those remote places holed-up between fantasy and reality, hope and disillusionment.   Jim dreamed - just like everyone else. He dreamed of bygone days when he would leap from his bed Ch...

Separate from her comradesShe cannot soar, like they doCruely detached and condemned    To drift Inevitably toward  The darkness of the forest floor     Alone and cold    With bitter sickness  Filtering into damp decay  The leaf litter begins smothering    Precious light, away from her eyes     Awash in melancholy thought    Tendrils of chagrin    Drift through her psyche    Like a noxious smoke and  A soft contempt grows...

Little things see me through the times when I’m alone. I slip on your t-shirt and inhale the faint scent of your cologne. Silly, I suppose, but it helps. I hug my pillow and hold on to the thought that you won’t be gone forever. The grandfather clock chimes half-past eleven. That cursed time difference always messes with my head! Should you have already called? Or am I fretting over nothing? I wish you were here with me n...

On weekends I used to go into townto shoot in black and white.People strolling, kids running free,dogs or cars or any funny thing.The woman with the camera. Now I just shoot ghosts alongthe plague scoured streetsand empty parking lots,lucky for a distant shot of lifein the few unshutter shops. Sitting on a sunny bench,having coffee and a smoke,it's like she's been waiting for meto come around the cornerand capture her sol...

Woke up with the thought of the dilemma that segregated us apart. I felt as if the needles are piercing on my feeble heart. I jotted down everything with a beautiful prospect that my pure thoughts and fondness will bring you back. But, I deleted everything with panic that you may get fierce.The pain and fear of detachment always haunt me. My inner soul shouts for inner serenity, but my innocent heart discovers it's hard t...

Straddling in a secluded room. Scrolling through social media sites, I caught glimpses of my mates sharing pictures together with captions "My roomie"," My constant". I attempted to be social, I am implicated with many clubs and groups. I talk with people, pay them to heed but my opinion and presence are alienated! Am I not alone?  

Alone, forever alone, I shall now be,sailing lonesome across a stormy sea,until angry waves flood my boat,and all that's left are the words I wrote.

For a second or two after waking, she was lulled by the atavistic relief that comes from surviving another night. Then Faith remembered what day it was, and reality shouldered aside her absurd peace of mind. Resigned to her destiny, she reluctantly abandoned the warm bed. Despite her disquiet she took special pains with her ablutions, carefully shaving her legs and underarms, even neatly trimming her pubic hair. While her...

A caged birdDestined for greatnessHeld back from the worldFeeling quite anxiousThese walls closing fastNowhere to turnThis sad, lonely soulAbout to crash and burnCries of sorrowFill the airLonging to break freeFull of despairBeen here awhileSitting tightBeen waiting foreverTo finally take flightThe caged birdDestined for something greatHow it pains me to tell youI'm afraid you're too late      

The world around,bustle and noise.People running,never slowing.You are taught,smile and press on.Day to weeks,then turns to years.One's darkness slowly creeps,as the drapes drop down.O it may be high noon,but darkness feasts.All around people hurry,will but one stop and ask?To pull the drapes up,allowing the bright back in.So the battle continues,today darkness is vanquished.But today is not tomorrow.People running never...