Tag: love
The Lost One – Part One
Kelgen stood amidst a dying forest, barren in the coming autumn, and looked up. Jethus hung by his neck from the branch of a large oak. The rope that strangled his throat had been pinned down by a stake at one end then tossed over the branch, where he was then forced from this life ...Undress My Dying Heart
I want you to strip my dying heart. I want your lips to tease my skin, I want you to show me how much I need you, I want to show you how much I want to undress your clothes from your skin, I want to feel you deep within my core, I want us ...The Light Across the Room
I can see you sitting across from me. Your eyes were dark and eerie. But there was nothing about you that screams danger. Your stance was high but the way the calmness of your stance starts to still me. You’re alone at the piano. The quickness of your fingers and the soulful music you were ...The Awakening, A Poem About Creativity
Is life as easy as one thinks it is? I’ve asked that countless times, On a personal quest, Like rubbing a crystal ball, Expecting the future to be revealed, Decoded with enough grandeur to stand on mountains. It used to make sense to me, Like a fantasy RPG game, Pick a character, achieve goals, Maybe ...Love Is Mitosis
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Or it could be the excessive black coffee in my veins. Or maybe it was that philosophy class I attended one time before switching out. I have no idea why I am typing this blog post. I do know that it was on a Sunday morning, my wedges clicked on ...Conversations With My Doubts
A heart that hurts Is hard to heal. When someone has hurt you To the point you can’t speak on the pain. How do you return from that? How do you reach another heart that’s been twisted as much as you? Is it even possible to go back – to the moment before the pain ...- Self-Help & RelationshipsEnvironmentFictionHome & GardenTravelScience & TechnologyCreativityParenting & Family
At Journey’s End – A Short Fiction
Adrift in the cold empty of space, white dots twinkling amidst the black, a ship floated as a carcass would down river. Its single passenger inside shivered in the growing chill, a blanket wrapped about her person. She gazed through the front shield as her teeth chattered. Pain soaked in her veins, and even the ... The Tripod
This tripod has been around. The box was dusty, shoved in a corner of the attic. Three legs. At least there used to be. I see the joints where repairs were made. The first leg is wooden but the break is new. The break is clean; smooth to the touch. No splinters prick my fingers. ...- CultureDesign, Fashion & StyleCreativitySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesEntertainment
Trepidation
Fear rocks my core And I look to you for stability I want to link my pinky with yours And breathe slowly Your soft voice is All I have now So, I listen with care Careful not to tune out Fear rocks my core Your meticulous ways Cradle my fear Even though you ...