A New State - medium poem
A hated place, full of misery and doubt, Hated by one and hated by more, Loved by the blind, the dumb, the fake, This is where I make my temporary nest. It's where I tried ending, where I found anew, Love and life, hope and beauty. Looking...
…thoughts…
Glimpses of the past remind me many are still Many I knew well, gave me personal will Such friends are priceless They bring a smile when I see my personal mess It’s truly never too late I jus mentally wrestle with stress More time always a...
Life is but a mystery.
Life is but a mystery. The vision of this generation is clouded by technology. This generation will not realise the purpose until they lay upon thier bed of death. Then and only then, they will realise. "What have i done with my life? Have i...
…thoughts…
Theres a window out of my dreamed paradise I couldn’t pay its reality, for the price, it wasn’t wise Even if not too crazy, it didn’t match my heart I wanted it badly, but it was missing a special part Now, the path is gone, overgrown...
Seeing Things
#2 of short stories thoughts about seeing i guess... i just want to see things with him. like, maybe see a zoo or an amusement park, fireworks or a circus.
…thoughts…
Forgive me for saying too much At those times, I don’t hesitate, or give a fragile touch It’s nothing personal, but I care too much to make a bad memory That version of me, that piece, is unwanted shameful history ...
"The Gift", Richard's (SF) Chapter 1, Part 1
"i have no ward, richard... she thought fondly of thee and i know thee to be a good person. i am a herald with no family to herald."
Pawford, Ch 7: Lost in Thought
Pawford ch 7: lost in thought copyright 2014 comidacomida life got in the way of seeing cj for awhile after that night.
My World, Our World, One World, Small World
For my friends, A place where one's purpose lies in that which is immediately obvious. Where the highest office one could hope to achieve is that of a good friend, a lover, a mother, a father. Where there is and has never been a legitimate reason...
A final thought
My hurting body fuelled with the fear or pain made me leap faster then i ever thought i could trough the hole on the street. i was safe for now.
Empty-- Birth of Thought
Smooth... soft... like fur threading through his fingers, or grass on a rolling hillside... and there he is, lying on his back, playing the grasses with his hands, and smiling. The simple vegetation smiles back, and the wind curls its fingers in his...
She Needs Me.
I'm here because she needs me. She's the only one who can ever see. What makes the real me. If I'm lying, then I'm dying. If I'm dying then I'm crying. If I'm dying and I'm crying, it's because I know. That I can't go. I'm standing on the...