Saying Goodbye
That and it seems so dreary and short, well recent events took a toll on me. my father died a few days ago, i'm holding onto that sealed envelope with the signed card inside he'll never open.
Father's Day [Vent]
#1 of short stories okay, so i wrote this on father's day [and is one of the stories you can find on my weebly]. i just wanted to upload something here tonight before i attempted to start writing again properly. oh yeah!
Faux Gold
Just a little short story i made. the hiker climbed the muddy mountain road, the rain pouring down on him. his boots sunk deep into the mud, his blue eyes' sight blurred by the rain.
Acyra Prelude
Yeah, i know it's short, but it's 3 am and i'm tired. also it's just a prelude.
I Walk Alone
More thoughts, written shortly after lost and confused. i find that this one has less meaningfulness to it, an idea or forethought if you will, as to an outcome of the last, immature thoughts that needed release, rather than what actually happened.
Lost and Confused
**Lost And Confused** My heart, broken once again By the unfaithfulness of one And the priority of another And yet, it still searches on Broken and limp My heart searches on Indecisive and untrusting From the pain it knows Always...
Workings of the Mind
See, short. i told you :p
Poem: Life in the Thousands
A touch is worth A thousand breaths And a breath is what we share A kiss is worth A thousand words As you say with care Life is worth A thousand smiles That to each other we will give Love is worth A thousand lessons ...
Poem: My Love
For the eyes of one I dance For the ears of one I sing Cause when I see him my heart will fly And a hundred bells will ring He watches me with longing eyes He listens when I talk If I sit he sits as well When I walk he'll walk My...
Blotches - Can't Come Clean Unless You're Dirty
= = = = = Blotches = = = = = All the eyes and ears in the room were upturned at full attention on kevin. The jaguar's muzzle had already decided what to say, yet his mind vacillated franticly over what was surreal fantasy and the...
The Darkness
_ **The Darkness** _ _Still darkness creeps into the heart_ _Of an empty soul alone_ _Edges of sharp veins in a hearth_ _To drive deeper the pain_ _Voices of songs past sing_ _Of joy and radiance beyond_ _Of a life without worry or...
Pawprints (a poem)
Many holes in the sand and here's where I dig mine. To bury away the past I fear and make it hard to find. But the sand cares not for what I feel nor what I hide away. It always seems to come full bare and see the light of day. So...