How does it feel to live in the shadow of a ghost, a memory, a period that has long since past?  How does it feel to know that you can never measure up and that whatever you do would always be considered second best?  How does it feel to know you’ll never be good enough, ...

A day of rest, a day of play,A day to keep sadness away.Drink some good coffee, read a book,Rest your bones in a secret nook,Forget the world outside your walls.It is your day; you make the calls!Do only what you want to do.Relax your mind and see it through.You deserve a day to existWithout long ...

I’m following an interrupted flight pathof thick, black, wiry lineswhich crisscross inside my mind,like aerial railroad tracksthat travel for miles and miles —endlessly from post to post,and pylon to pylon. Tirelessly on and on, I keep flyingtoward the last tower of poweruntil there, on the unreachable horizon,I see that shimmering golden light. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Not a moment goes by that I don’t miss you.  Your smile and laugh became my source of joy.  The icy, skeletal fingers of death robbed me of that comfort.  Not a moment goes by that I don’t think about you.  It seems like yesterday, we sat on the sofa,  eating ice cream, gossipping about boys,  and longing for brighter days, a better life beyond the desert,  We envisioned a limitless future beyond ...

The air is different here— unspoiled, relaxed with a festive undertone that conveys unity and camaraderie. It’s exactly what I need to forget the bickering of a belligerent boss. This beach, with its warm white sand that shifts underneath my feet, keeps the noise at my back and the light to my face. Playful breeze ...

Each moment I held you in my arms was more fleeting than a rose petal’s beauty as it falls to the ground to die.  The taste of your lips, sweet as Coca-Cola, lingers like burnt sugar.  I beheld our summer days that in my youth I prayed would endure forever.  I tried so hard to pretend we could be immortal and live like kings and queens.  Every kingdom must crumble, but our story will forever live ...

It’s easy to lose yourself Within the forest of memory When you can’t find the sunlight Through the canopies of your past.  Leaves sway in the bitter wind Crying out for solace. For light.  Warning you of the dangers That lurk in the shadows.   But you can already feel the claws:  Vicious, twisted things Born of trauma and despair, And living deep within your mind.  They reach from the darkness  With doubt, shame, ...

When I think of you,I imagine our serenityas paradise on earth. I remember every momentengraved among the scarsof my beating heart. I see fireflies around us,our only light, save the stars. It may have been worthless to youundeserving of a second thought,but not to me. You have decidedwhere our storymust end. Cinderella would have believed itas ...

The tree that once lost all its leaves,Held on and was patient for a while,Because it knew the ugly season would pass.It knew those leaves would bloom again,And that all would become new. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

When I first met you,I believed you were from God,bringing the light into my eyes,skip to my step;it was perfect. The time dragged onward;our love never faded,or agedas the sunrays danced,along our skin. A saying passes for wisdomamong the unititiated: “If you are not careful,you can have too muchof a good thing.” The moment you leftwoke ...