Comedy Of ErrorsHow it begins:
Suddenly, you are entranced.
Assaulting your senses,
Amazingly, here is the end.
Insanity, of course.
Affecting your emotions,
Lives played out on a page.
Isn't tragedy just a fatal comedy of errors?
Hello Lonely...It's lonely nights like theseHello Lonely...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'm in my bed
Wrapped up in my blankets
Cuddling with my teddy bear
And I wish that it was you.
That sweet love song
We like to sing
Playing in my headphones
And I try to keep
The tears from falling.
I know you wouldn't want me to be sad...
But I'm so lonely tonight...
And maybe, just maybe
If I imagine hard enough I can feel...
Your arms wrapped about me
Your warm breath on my skin
And your heartbeat next to mine.
from yesterdayevery face is a map of the worldfrom yesterday6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we've lived
intersections of lives
and crossing of lines
can't escape the fate
for its what you've made
and everything calls you back
passion and painPassion is now but strife just around the cornerpassion and pain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slinking closer, the tendrils of its presence precede it
The building tension peaks and I have to wonder
If the cataclysm of pain isn't the same as passion.
Tears, tears of anger dripping down my face
The rain of sweet love that's become twisted
Blood, the blue blood that flows red
That bleeds heavy and hot for you
Sweetest touches, slowly, lingering
Whispers of softness
Tearing through me, ripping me apart
Breaking my heart.
scattered piecesnumbness is the only feeling i have leftscattered pieces6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
need someone to pick me up, don't let me fall
gather the shards of my heart that i've left behind
all my scattered pieces blown by the wind
i cannot heal wounds that are not my creation
i've deftly discovered the art of breaking
sad clownYou say you only hear the sounds of madnesssad clown6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a rare, soft, quietly spoken word of love
Agony, pain, depression, death and sadness
Are the voices of your world
You spin your webs and crooked lies
That I don't believe and can see behind
What they really are and pretend to be
Nothing more than a mask...a facade
To keep you safe from the hurt and pain
Duck around the walls to glimpse your soul
That part of it that you can't help but let me see
Don't push me away, loving you is where I want to be.
frontlinesee it draw closer, straight up aheadfrontline6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is the plain of the shadow of death
catch your breath, hold the sight
keep it close, here in your mind's eye
push on ahead, never looking back
you fight to live and live for the fight
pick this up and run, you're the only ones
keep driving on, fight this thing until you've won
standing together, never backing down
this is the end and here we go now
wasting time...they all tell me i'm just wasting my timewasting time...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
throwing my pearls before the swine
tell me i'm gonna be pushed away
you'll break me down and turn around
tell me not to even try lest i fall and break
that you're just waiting for your chance
to reach inside, take all of me, leaving nothing behind.
i say they're blind, i'll never push you away
they'll never see what i find in you that makes me want to stay
Our Farewell...A handful of photographsOur Farewell...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A memory of a smile
A resounding laugh that lingers
An embrace of warmth and love
A dream of a different ending
A wish of happier times
A hope of another meeting
A loss of your beautiful life
A week of crying myself to sleep
A month or two or more of numbness
A year of missing you
And there are more yet to come
I never thought it could happen,
That that day would come so soon,
That I'd never get to say goodbye
And I am missing you,
For this is our final farewell.
Never Coming Back Her hair whipped around her face as she stood at the edge of the precipice, the gulls screaming above and the waves crashing below. There would be no turning back. This she knew.Never Coming Back6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She turned slowly and made her way back to the path that wound down to the beach. Her past was gone, the present was fading, the future...well, the future held nothing but the gray haziness of pain. There had been passion. Once upon time; but no longer.
He left her in her pain and her misery. When she needed him the most, he left, never coming back. She knew from the beginning that it wasn't going to last, but she tricked herself, deceived herself into believing that it would. She always told him that she wasn't hurting, that she was fine, that she would be okay. All he ever did was look into her blue eyes and tell her that she was lying.
She stopped reminiscing and looked over the beach. It was empty. Cold. Gray. Bitter. She stooped
dreambeat of a heartdream6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brush of fingertips
breath of a sigh
flutter of a kiss
whisper of love
anything more than
the life of a dream?
never be the samewho are you?never be the same5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know who i am
i know who you are
who am i now?
and after all this
is said and done
after all the times
remembering the promises
of all those yesterdays
i know that after loving you
i will never be the same
stop timesand in glassstop time6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
take a breath
blink an eye
make a pause
fall in love
LoveLove is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to.Love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lost souls - prolougeIt was on my eleventh birthday that I first started hearing the voices. It was three days after my thirteenth birthday that I started seeing them. It was then that I knew I wasn't normal.lost souls - prolouge6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I could see things, hear things, sense things, feel things that no one else could. Things that no one else even knew existed. It was also then that my nightmares changed. Instead of drowning in pools of water, I was now drowning in oceans of blood. Instead of being chased by dinosaurs I was now being attacked by rotting corpses. It seemed inconspicuous enough, I doubt that anyone else suspected. The sirens I heard, the dogs barking, the people, the evil presences I felt, I chalked them up to my overactive imagination. This went on for seven years; then, three weeks after my twentieth birthday, I found out the truth...