The withered roseThe withered rose
For when ones soul is sealed with a frosty heart, it may as well be stolen
An icy lock on bonded dreams as strong as cast iron
The rotting heart slowly dying,
As a withered rose cast on dry earth,
Thrown aside all that was once beautiful
As is shrinks into dust
Leaving black marks
And bitter tears
Eyes with a stony glare
Windows misted over
And bitter weeping
Hands as cold as snow
A glance as stern as silver
There back as they walk away
So slender and eerie
That last gaze, those foggy eyes
Love is lost in the stair
The lip twisted into an echo of a sigh
And bitter crying
Standing in the SnowStanding in the Snow
I find a cold shadow falling across my face
My breath escapes me and forms into mist
My hands are frozen and cold
I am standing, waiting for someone in the snow
I am tired and weak, but I still wait
People pass me, the odd glance
But there not who I am waitng for
Hours pass, and now I feel sleepy
I fight to stay awake,
I fight the cold
I fight to wait
But as the time passes I begin to lose
Until I collapes from waiting
In the bitter night I am alone
I driftin in and out like the tided
The snow falling towards my eyes, covering me
Colder and further way from my body I get
Until all turns black
Whispering my finaly goodby, I give up waiting
But as i am about to leave...I feel a warm arm around me
I look up, a face blured infront of me...
I feel warm tears on my face
A blanket is rapped around me
I waited....and they came
But it was to late....
The tears turn cold on my face
I move on...
A Small Candle in the darknessA Small Candle in the darkness
A distant whisper on a fading wind
A tiny splash in a drying stream
A smoldering ember in a dying fire
A flake of dust on a battered shore
Like these, what significance am I you ask
They say I am a short story
With no happily ever after ending
A dark, oppressive shadow is the life they call mine
I dream of a rising sunshine with all its promise
But I get a sunset just passed.
So near yet so far the promise pulled away
But yet I sit, yes alone, but still I sit
Of a better place than here.
Perhaps my dreams are all that drives me
To move forward
In my rut
The dreams almost Technicolor compared to the drab grays I know
Purples, pinks, blues, greens, yellows and reds
But, I realize it’s but a dream and the colour dilutes and fades
And Grey remains again
Take me away from this please someone
This rank existence pains me someone
Questions you think I ask?
I long for golden sands and crashing seas
I get tarmac and bricks
For tropical birds and spr
The secrets are salvation.The secrets are salvation.
Marko sighed as another girl locked onto his arm. This girl had long brown hair, soft hazel eyes and a book bag slung across her back.
Somehow she managed to not only favour the ridiculously handsome young man with a smile, but shoot corrosive daggers at the woman on his other arm.
The recipient, a blonde haired waitress sniffed with contempt, opting to apply yet more of her body to the relentless glomping of her prize.
Marko’s brain stuttered momentarily as soft body parts were applied to his person in equal measure, but was quickly rebooted by roiling annoyance.
Somehow he managed to filter the sensations that would turn an ordinary man into nothing more than a quivering hormone and concentrated instead on an entirely different concept.
He had to tell his parents tonight. He couldn't take much more of the attention of females.
Marko cringed slightly, but the tactical portion of his mind was already focusing on other matters…
Part of him was actu
Not quite Romeo and JulietNot quite Romeo and Juliet
The loud noises of heated arguing filled the hastily directed Family room.
The mood of the birthday party had long since turned into a swear one as members from either side of Julie's family began to argue.
Her husband's father was a pompous man that though Julie wasn't good enough for his son, and her father left the same way about her husband Ross.
Ross tried to calm down his drunken mother while Julie, the birthday girl, was stuck playing peace maker between the two matriarchs of the family's that had now decided to argue over who was going to pay for the surprise party.
Julie couldn't understand how people who hated each other so much could have even arrange this shambles of a get together.
Julie sighed and finally gave up playing referee, and disappeared threw the crowd of arguing relatives into the kitchen.
She sat on a breakfast stool near the kitchen counter and lent forward, holding the weight of the world on her shoulders as she slumped forward.
The Ice woman of Lonely PlateaThe Ice woman of Lonely Plateau
There was a biting wind blowing threw the narrow forest clearing that found itself nestled in a crack between the vast mountains of the lonely plateau.
It was mid winter and the whole valley had been striped of its greenery and a thick layer of white snow had descended and claimed the land as its own.
A lone figure wondered forwards against the raging winds towards the edge of the clearing, the literal edge that was a fall of 100 feet and looked out across the immense forest below.
The figure was dressed head to toe in white animal fur.
Its face covered in makeshift fabric rapping and a pair of ancient looking, leather strapped goggles.
The figure was wheezing and its breath did not linger in the prevailing winds long enough to turn into mist.
It looked out over the forest and its stature noticeably slumped in depression.
The figure cursed its fowl luck and turned and walked away from the cliff edge,back towards the naked tress for some shelter from the