HomeA dream.A word.A lie.
LostThings are said that we don't meanHope is found and power filledAll from that one little lieDeep inside, the spirit's killedKnow the pain that lies insideHide it all from prying eyesHold it close, keep it stillPiece by piece, the spirit diesOne can live with a broken heartCarry on no matter the costBut once the spirit breaks and fadesEverything else is surely lostFeel the fear and sense of lossWhen trust is broken, what's the costBetrayed and shattered and left to dieBeyond redemption, a soul is lost
I Will...I’ll smile for you, because I promised you would never know my pain.I’ll smile for you, even though my heart slows, deep within my frame.I’ll smile for you, despite the fact that my breath is growing weak and slow.I’ll smile for you…because if I didn’t…then the truth would show. I promised that I would smile for you, until the end of days.I promised I’d never let you hurt, in spite of the price I have paid.I promised that, no matter what, my strength would never fade.I promised, even though deep inside, I knew I couldn’t stay. I’ll remember you forever, no matter what comes my wayI’ll remember you, deep within my heart, no matter what they sayI’ll remember you, and I’ll watch over you, from the stars high up in the sky.I’ll remember you, even if you forget…for my spirit will never die.
VictoryVictory: giving Death the middle finger.
Meant To BeSometimes we, as writers you see,Tell the greatest of lies to ourselvesSometimes we, as humans we beWe run, and we battle, as well Sometimes we, as oppressors we are,We turn a blind eye to the landSometimes we, as animals at heart,We spit and we snarl and make a stand And sometimes I, as shallow as I am,I see the world as so much moreBut sometimes I, with my heart in my hand,Sit and listen to the legends and lore For are we not all, in some shape or form,Exactly what we were meant to be?Are we not all, through the sun and the storm,So blind, and yet, all of us see?
Trail Of Tears Preview The heavens were crying. The sky was hidden by clouds darker than a moonless night, leaving the horizon a dull, somber gray that numbed even the brightest of souls. Few people were out in the weather, preferring the warmth and light of their homes to the sorrowful skies still weeping outside. Not everyone saw the rain as a bad thing; some rather enjoyed the peace and quiet of the outdoors once the raucous crowds had fled. Hidden away in a forest where prying eyes could not reach, one such soul roamed freely, ignoring the muddy conditions of the day. A massive paw sank into the mud, digging in deep as the creature it belonged to strode purposefully along and left behind tracks bigger than any human’s hand that had ever lived. She was big, huge by some standards, and built like nothing anyone had ever seen. Glowing emerald eyes pierced the gloom, her thick amber fur soaked and clinging to her like a massive winter coat but still she was war
Challenging the Mountain Life is many things. A journey, a challenge, a battle that must be fought but one that will ultimately be lost in the end. We all have our own path to follow, our own trail to blaze through the uncertainties of day to day life and all the challenges that come with them. There are mountains to be climbed, their peaks rising higher and higher to our weary eyes yet still we climb. Even in the victory we feel once we reach the summit, the satisfaction deep in our tired souls that yes, we did it, we beat the mountain…we still have to come back down. And once we do, we find ourselves climbing again. We know this pattern, this rhythm, this…routine that is as familiar to us as our own names, yet we don’t change it. We can’t, or maybe, we won’t. For even with that feeling of success as we stand at the summit of the mountain, there stirs in ou
Innocence LostInnocence lost, or perhaps, freedom foundInnocent eyes do not always seeThe truth in the lie, or maybe the lie in the truthSometimes ‘truth’ isn’t what it was meant to be When innocence is lost, darkness takes its placeIn the heart, in the eyes, in the mindBlossoming like some dark flower of realizationWhilst the pure white of innocence is left behind Yet innocence comes in many formsA purity of the mind, the heart, and moreSometimes we just don’t know the differenceSometimes we learn what we didn’t know before Not always is innocence lost, don’t you see,Sometimes it’s just a sad lesson learnedThat this world isn’t always pretty and righteous and strongSometimes shocked eyes have to watch that purity burn Oh but innocence lost is still a tragic thingYou watch a soul as it cracks and it breaksWhen realization hits, of the lies that were fedOne has to wonder how much one’s spirit can take
The Wanderer: Return From ExileDeep in the distant cosmos, beyond the reach of even the most advanced human technology, she waited. A hot breeze was blowing on a barren planet void of life, sending small dustdevils swirling across the desolate landscape as the wind hissed quietly through her armor.Moving with stunning grace for a creature her size, she paced silently across the dead earth before pausing and sitting down, her tail curling around her huge paws as her cobalt blue optics dimmed slightly in thought. The wind increased suddenly, howling across the desert as small rocks pinged off her thick bronze armor. She barely took notice, merely digging her massive black claws into the dirt beneath her paws for a slightly
Undying LoveKissing dead bodies.One hugs back.
GoodbyeOne heart: "Goodbye"Two hearts cleaved.
SoldierCame home only to leave again
Your secretT'was you, that couldn't keep quiet.
For ScienceBrought toaster to bathtub.Shocking results.
Lazy"Remote doesn't work!""Neither do you."
RealizationWe control our lives...We're God.
glossy magazines:love your body!lose weight now.
Wrong Side Of A Locked DoorApartment catches fire.Door remains locked.
Last WordsLast words are wonderful first impressions.
Cactus caressesYour roses have too many thorns.
Finally HomeComfort. It was worth the wait.
Writer's BlockToo Many Questions.Not Enough Answers.
Arrested for Solicitation"I have my own handcuffs, officer."
Childhood Thoughts...Always a houseNever a home...
This Is Depression The darknessand Iare one.
Too SmartFirst sentient robot automatically self destructs.
Life Support - 6 Word StoryI pull the plug."Goodnight, Grandma."
Why?His life ended...my heart screamed.