Empty...shattered....broken....scattered... Where has it been taken to? I cannot feel it any longer... Emptied from within Scattered throughout Broken in pieces Scattered about... Lost and hurt...blinded by hope... Wanting more...getting less...made worthless... Youve taken it....you've stolen my heart.... And I am lost without it...bring it back to me... I'm waiting...
My mind preoccupied with endless thoughts of you Like a welcoming plague seeping deep into me... Consumed with heated fantasies of our lovemaking Longing to wake up and fall asleep with you.... My emotions aching for reciprocated fondness My heart enraptured by you... Yet I am weak and fragile with fear....easy to break and hard to repair Dreaming in the clouds... No rush baby...I need to take it slow....just need to know if your for real..... Because, my sweet...I c
I seek but I cannot find...I search but I do not see...oh my beloved why are you hidden from me. I've been looking for so long hoping to find you...in my youth I blindly thought I'd found you but instead I was heartbroken and lost. I know you are lonely as I am...lost and confused your heart searches for me but cannot find me. Both of us longing to just be in each others arms and finally feel complete. Until then...all I have are my fantasies of you...my imagination of how w
The mansion on the corner street was a favorite place for kids to fear or mischievous kids in my brothers case. One long night after the house had been strangely taken down, my brother told me a different kind of bed time story. This story took place a year ago when he and a friend dared venture into the house. From a small crumple note found within, they made up a story of the past residents that they thought suited the abandoned house. Looking obligingly out the window, a
Once I had hoped for a good to overtake my evil. I’m not the every day evil who goes out and murders someone…no way…it’s something way more ritualistic than that...something that is kept deepen the dungeons of wet slimy walls and dead carcasses of overotted rats. I go there…in fact I go there often, sometimes in my sleep. This place knows no evil, it knows nothing else but the smell of stained blood and rotted guts. Have you been there? It’s even better in the summer…where th
I feel so lost as in some kind of dream of unknown things…will you help me? Will you take me out of darkness’ wrath and unfold me in your arms…steal me away…as if there was no tomorrow and as if the night was the greatest spot on earth. Treasure our past, think of our future, live in the now and feel me encompass you my strength, my love, my harmony with the inner souls of light. Love me…for the now, feel no regret and long for our next day to come. Bring out all your animosi
I drifted in the shadows of the burning fireplace staring into its crimson glow. I placed my empty wineglass on the mantel piece and my thoughts drifted to my past and the bringing of the present, wondering what was to become of it all. There where ghosts at the back door and at the front. What was I suppose to do? To run? To hide? Such nonsense answers with no solutions. I would open the front door to find strange myths and illusions of what lay beyond. Turning I’s slip to
Long ago, when the land was made up of margarine soils and the root of trees, the sand and snow, there lived an existence of gnigomites. They were half gnome and half midgets, but because they were different, they were shunned from their lands in hatred and laughed at by all the people. Not because they were ugly their beauty sufficed all eternal mysteries and splendor. Nature was drawn to them, hypnotized by their aura and innocence. There was one particular gnigomite name
I know now what I was too blind to see- You and her . . . and not me. Of course I get it . . . I understand now- Why me when you...
Sullenly, I walked onto the snow filled night, I could feel the snow upon my naked feet. I looked up at the glowing moon to see is shining brightly over the earth’s frosty surface. Tears began to fall…but I didn’t notice, all I could…would allow myself to feel was the penetrating cold and my feet becoming numb as Fiona Apple’s song went through my head, “And it’s calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion…” Slowly, I began my walk, wearing only my nightgown and a blank
Quietly she slipped out of the door and into the desolate alley. The smell of garbage and of inhuman death reached out at her through the darkness. Scrunching her nose in distaste she pulled up the cloak hood and tightened it around her body. It still was bone-freezing cold no matter what thickness she wore...and that troubled her. She picked up her pace conscious of the alley’s eerie stillness and harboring murkiness. She shouldn’t have left, she thought, knowing he’d notice
