NatureI love Nature's music,especially a breezerippling the leaves just enoughto let the sunshine peek through..Rain whispering on the window pane,"openbreathemy giftwashedclean, anew.."Birds singing in the mornto their Godnestlingsbeetlesworms..Brooks and rivers in a rushto greet all othersin the ever-moving seaof saliferous waves..Dogs barking in the distanceto long lostmelodiesof lonely trains..Wind chimes..children playing..Waking to meet the dawn..Snugglingwith a pillowand moonbeam songs..The snow you didn't even knowwas on your rooftop, until"dripclinkdripcrackdrip dripdrop."PensiveMoodyNature's musicAll's right with the worldPeacefulSereneSleep now,please.
Gray RosesThe sob was quietsplitting the worn seamsof the starless nightimpaling the delicate balanceinto splinters of disarraywhile the rain washed awayall evidence of sorrownow mingled and fallenblanching the frail bloomsof scent and colorwhat is life without loveif not a bouquet of gray roses?
Love MeTouch me,Feel me,Embrace me,Love me,Hold me,Wrap your arms around me,Pull me close,Feeling the length of your body,Press tightly against mine,Kiss my lips,They yearn for your touch,Let me taste you,Let our lips dance together,Savoring each other,Caress my body,Feeling every inch,Bring me to life,Make my body sing,Touch my hidden desire,Make my juices flow,Make me ache for you;Craving you deep inside,Fill me with warmth,The heat of the sun,Hold me, caress me,As we die in peace,Touch me,Feel me,Embrace me,Love me.
All Forty-fourI hid the scars... all forty-four.I knew that he knew, but he never asked. Not once.I hide a smile because I know he doesn't mind them, but I frown a little at his easy acceptance.Does he really hate them in his heart? These scars. My ever present brands of personal rejection.He squeezes my hand and I look at the ring on my finger. "Acceptance" the little diamonds seem to say.I pull my sleeves down lower and slouch a little more.I know he's seen the scars- those accursed scars- on my arms, but what about my shoulders, my neck.... my back? I escape to the bathroom and look in the mirror. They are still there, I know, but I remove my shirt to check anyway. There they are, white and mocking as they have been for years. Forty-four individual voices saying that I'm ugly. I believe them. Quietly he enters the bathroom, and stands behind me. His reflection remains emotionless as his eyes rove my back. He says nothing, but brushes my hair away fr
Happy Acceptance...read slowlyIn my first few moments of conciousness,after an amazingly unexpected 11 hours of sleep...when I'm just beginning to realize that I'm still on the planet...I'm aware in those first few moments,of that momentary blissful peaceful feeling...that at this precise moment... nothing hurts!I know this isn't reality... but, as is human natureI have a brief, but sincere longing...for the days, when all my original equipmentwas still in fine working order.But in order for that to have any lasting appeal for me...I'd want all that... WITH the knowledge, wisdom,and contentment for life that I have now...And my now concious mind knows that the twojust don't go hand in hand...But, then I remember that the best cars are old cars,the best wine, old wine...and the best ordinary household things areconsidered as prized antiques!So now I sit at my computer..rather than an old fashioned typewriter!and honestly tell you...that even though some type of painseems to be my constant comp
Vacation Cecile strolled along the white sanded beaches of a forgotten island, frosted drink in hand, and wondered how an island could be forgotten if so many others knew where it was. All along the beach there were nicely dressed tourists, some with drink, others just holding hands, and still others wetting their feet in the surf. It was such a shame vacations couldnt last forever. A handsome, well-tanned man picked his way along the beach toward Cecile. She smiled at him and they shook hands. You look like you come here often, she said. And you look like you never get out at all. It would have been an insult but for the warm smile. It was infectious, because she found herself smiling as well. So what are you escaping from? Murder mystery, she said with a shrug. All these motives and opportunities have me overwhelmed
Postcard From The PastTo a future love,It's been 21 years now and I feel that it's time I wrote to tell you it's okay to come home. I know I did things and felt things that may have kept you away, and I apologise for that, but I'm ready to meet you now.They say that there is someone out there for everyone, and that one day we all meet our soul mate. I'm finding it hard to accept this prophecy and I guess most people would until that day arrives. That day when they meet the one that they'll share their time with. I need you to prove them right, otherwise I'll always be just another non-believer.I know who you are and what you'll be like. I don't know the physical attributes, but they are neither here nor there to me. I know that you'll enjoy random trips and new places, the smell of bonfire and thunderstorms.Your ideal evening would be spent under the stars, no modern appliances to interfere with the nights ambience.You wont shirk at bolts of lightning across an inky sky and you'll hap
Our adventureClose your eyes for a moment,Let me wish upon a star, and we'll fall,Into a land far beyond our dreams, just the two of us.For in this land of mystic and wonder,We are the heroes of time and hopefulness,Saving all that we can, in the grandness of our adventure across the sea of time.As the Fae fly past us,We will wave hello and goodbye,Creatures from legends and myths we will meet across the seas and land.We'll slay the greatest beast,Take down the demon lord, and save em all,When your eyes open up, we'll be right back where we belong.
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