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When You Wake Upyou're an angel, Honey, and I weptWhen You Wake Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the surgeons caught you in the nick of time
just seconds, it seems, is all it takes
all the time I spent cursing, doubting you would live
I'm sorry
I was more afraid than you, I think
when death is at the door and God is gently knocking
you can't help but just let go
when it's time
I saw you do just that and the peace on your face and the pain, all gone
I wondered what it was you saw with your eyes
for surely it was not the same thing I was seeing
not death, but life, at death you saw life
and now you're here with me
God needs you on earth for something more it seems
and I'm happier than I've
To the Ailing one..To the one needing help, have I lost the power to save?To the Ailing one..1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
To the one needing comfort, does the warmth of my hugs still last and give strength
anymore?
To the one needing a home, is my shelter still a suitable place to spend the night?
To the one needing something to eat, do you still find delight from filling your belly with
meals I can prepare?
To the one needing support, is my all still giving you the power to keep walking through pain?
To the one needing hope, are my words still enough to inspire it?
This Table of mine..I look around at this table of mine, an old wooden table that has withstood the test of time.This Table of mine..1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
It has seen better days than mine own; deserving much better than I could have ever give.
It has seen friendships grow, loving expressions blossom, wonderful saying that fill the heart
with delight over a lovely meal, never showing a lack of joy of being used in that way.
But it has also seen friendships end, love's betrayal made clear, sour shouting that fill the
heart with grief from the discord of foul words, though endure the pain of it of it all.
But still, your frame is strong enough to withstand even that, to see our shame through to
the end.
You are wise in your years of service, knowing how to care for our needs.
You offer us a place to rest our head when the world seems too much to bear, a place to
recline after a long hard day of work, to read a fantastic tale with refreshments at the ready,
a place where people of d
Heart and SoulMy head on your chest,Heart and Soul5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your pulse in my ear,
My leg across you,
Just touching you there...
Your hand on my face,
Palm brushing my cheek,
Electric caresses,
Now I can't speak...
Moments of silence,
The sound of soft sighs...
I'm drowning myself,
Gazing into your eyes...
Your look so intense,
It seems to demand..
My soul in your heart,
and
My heart in your hand...
Dear SantaDear Santa, I have been goodDear Santa5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But then you knew I would
You watch me all year long
Trying to catch me doing wrong
I keep my eyes open wide
Looking for where trouble might hide
Not that I want to find it you see
I want it to stay away from me
The tree is up and lights are strung
The holiday season has begun
Bright wrapped presents underneath
Wrapped tightly so no one peeks
I don't have much on my list this year
Just to be loved and have good cheer
My family to be safe and loved
To see them smile and to be hugged
Laughter around the fireplace
The healthy glow on everyone's face
That is what I wish for this year
Thank you Santa for lendi
Please WaitPlease Wait8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I could see the light grow faint behind the hustle and bustle of New York City as the sun set in the west. Flakes of snow were cascading from the sky; the city was covered in a thin cloak of frozen splendor. I was in awe at how marvelous it was, my first time seeing snow, and yet I felt no excitement. I had a pain in my chest as I walked hand-in-hand with my father. It was 13 blocks from my grandfather's house to the church. I had walked these 13 blocks months ago in the warmth of summer, playfully making fun of how my father walked with his toes pointed outward, exactly like my Grandpa Jan. Now I felt hardly ali
the peculiarities of lifethe peculiarities of life8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly... we fall...
connecting through
cognetive strenght as we
endeavor the practice of
never looking back...
trembling hands
reaching out for
intricate parts of reality...
concerned... we fall...
Positive emotions dance happily
as morning mist turns into droplets that
run down the side of your face like tears
and I rejoice while we
climb as
high as can be,
up into the sky, over the clouds - over the sea
time slows down... stops...
endlessly... we fly!
Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to open
Falling further and further away from the ground
silently ... without a sound ... we rise
Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 16Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 1610 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning Sean," Maura said. "I brought along a sandwich in case you didn't have anything to eat this morning."
"Thanks Maura. Not knowing how long I will be here, I'm being careful to conserve my food, so I didn't eat much. It's for sure I can use this. Thank you."
Maura had already been waiting when I arrived at the bridge the next morning. After I finished the sandwich, we walked over to the farm where my family and I had lived.
"Grady tried to tell the Earl that you gave him the farm before you left, but the Earl, such as he is, insisted that as a criminal, you had no property rights. Of course, he took possession of the farm
Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 15Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 1510 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 15
When the town of Ballyickeen came within a five minute walk, I inspected myself to be sure that I had not overlooked something that might identify me as an outsider. Before leaving Boston, Mr. Cohen had arranged for me to get clothing from some recent immigrants from Ireland. It was my hope that the change in clothing, along with my beard, added to the number of years it had been since I had left Ireland, should help eliminate any recognition problems. I doubted anyone would recognize me out of hand, but more importantly, I didn't want my appearance to draw undue attention and speculation as to who I might be.
Half a block fr
Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 14Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 1410 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 14
Following supper, Chance and Patrick had been bathed, warmed by the fire, and put to bed for the night. Mariska, Senta, and Dover sat around the table, drinking coffee from a pot that had just come off the fire. The conversation was sparse as they listened to the crackling of the fire inside the cabin, and the howling winds outside the cabin walls. For three days and nights, they had been held prisoner inside the cabin as they listened to the unrelenting blizzard winds roaring down through the mountain passes. Fortunately, they had not been caught unaware. The hard work they had all put in as they prepared for the arrival of
sometimes sometimessometimes10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
forgetting
is all it takes
...
for beauty to appear
Vacant Soul Vacant SoulVacant Soul10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I stand before you, naked, vulnerable,
Wounded,
Almost broken
You have been my refuge
Over and over again
During my dark, obscure,
And somber moods
silencesilk and velvetlike the dark draws mesilence11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into harmony with every
little piece of my soul
encouraging me to lie down
next to the all but
crimson future as
everything falls silent...
Blue EdgeBewildered weBlue Edge11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
look for meaning
under the
evening sky
Endlessly searching the
deepest colours as we silently
grow apart as
even the dark fades into nothing
Every cloud has silver lineEvery cloud has silver line1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Some people cry that roses have thorns and others rejoice that thorns have roses! I came across this great saying recently.Isn't it a striking demarcation of the two kinds of people inhabiting this world?
I once belonged to the former sect. one Saturday evening, I stood on MG road,pune,contemplating about utterly useless things that I could have done and did not, reasoning why my life was at a still;infuriated that there was no love in my life,if at all I was wanted by someone.
Thoughts like these racked my mind.I stood wearing a grave look like someone had slapped my face,unaware of my surroundings.Anyone who has been to MG road can tell u
Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 2Chapter 2Return to Ballyickeen - Chapter 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three weeks after Dover's scuffle with the Ute in Wyoming, I had left our cabin after breakfast, and started up a nearby trail in search of a large animal such as an Elk or Grizzly. Keeping meat supplied for my family was a full time job, not only for now, but more importantly, for the long winter months when game was very scarce.
As had long ago become a habit with me, I turned to check my back trail before I had walked very far. To my surprise, off to the east I saw a rider moving in our direction. Waiting several minutes to be sure he was not being followed by anyone else, I started moving back down the trail. Arriving back
Pokeumans Meme: Nina the NinetalesYou are suddenly in a white room, a portal closes behind you, a voice begins asking you questions.Pokeumans Meme: Nina the Ninetales1 year ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
1. Hello who are you?
My name is Nina.
2. What pokemon are you, do you like being the pokemon you transformed into?
I am a Ninetales, and yes I love the Pokemon I've become
3. Good now that we know each other better do you like your new life? Is it fun, boring, crazy, or all of the above? Please explain.
It's a little bit of all those and so much more. I do love my new life, but it's new to me and I don't exactly know all the tips and tricks of the trade yet. It's crazy to see how much has changed around me but it is certainly not boring.
Intense Retribution - Chapter 6Intense Retribution - Chapter 61 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 6
Before leaving Montana, Spencer had printed out a small map of Estes Park. Using it as a guide, he drove the boundaries of the town in order to get a first hand feel for how the roads were laid out. Once that was done, he drove to city hall and walked to the mayor's office.
The mayor's secretary was an attractive blonde who appeared to be in her mid twenties. As one might expect from a mayor's secretary, her dress was business conservative. However, it would take more than that, to hide the delightful curves of her body.
"Mayor Robinson has been expecting you, Mr. Blackfeather. My name is Adele Johnson. If you will wait jus
Intense Retribution - Chapter 5Intense Retribution - Chapter 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5
When he reached I-80, Spencer drove east until he ran into I-25. There he turned south, taking him across the state line into Colorado. When he neared Route 34, where he would turn west, he began thinking about the events that had caused him to be moving to Estes Park.
During his two enlistments in the Marines, Spencer had been a member of the Marine Recon, then was accepted into and served, in the elite Navy Seals for the remainder of his service. In that time he had seen action in both Iraq and Afghanistan, along with undocumented actions in other countries.
It had been Spencer's intent to make a career in the Marines, but t
Last Autumn Last AutumnLast Autumn1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I found a small pilot whale early yesterday morning...lying dead on the sand,
while the gum trees behind the dune were weeping their dead bark away.
I sat under the autumn moon, full and heavy (the moon and my heart) and watched a high velocity starburst out in the space far away from the moon.
It was a force of nature sharing a vast secret with me...under that fat full moon.
PrideI've been hired as a modelPride1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for a shoot
in New York.
I'm a little apprehensive, I wonder
if the photographer
is a real artist
or a
hustler. I envision his ten thousand square foot shooting
space, all shiny hard-
wood floors and exposed
brick, with
a jacuzzi in the living
area and a ten foot
wide projection
TV and a dozen
girls with busts like water balloons stretched out on a
casting couch.
This was my mother's
world for a bright shining moment before she lost it
all in a tragic twist of
fate.
But maybe it wasn't
fate,
maybe it was ordained for someone like
her who took so much pride in her natural born attributes –
Tattoos Of the Heart XVIII was able to watch your voice crumbling as you spoke and how your eyes were showing that deep sadness, that sometimes showed itself to me, just by taking a look at you, but at the same time I saw your desire to let me in, to your life and your privacy. Nothing was more special than this, I was right next to the person I love inside a beautiful train going around my city at night and sharing very unique moments.Tattoos Of the Heart XVII2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moments that were very private and intimate and even thought the train was full of people, for us, it was like we were driving around just the two of us connecting with each other every moment.When you finished telling me all the dif
Reaching Out....Hold meReaching Out....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mold me
Scold me
I reach out
…tentatively
To touch
…to feel
Gently
…exploring
We begin life
oh so tiny
Helpless,
but reaching
Connecting,
from our first
Moments
Capturing those
we touch
Inspiring
...feelings
…emotions
Words
Sensation
I poke
I prod
I soothe
…and seek
I sense
...and "see"
Shape
and mold
Faces
Bodies
Lives
My world
Reach me
…teach me
Grasp me
…clasp me
Hold me tight
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