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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 2:31am
5th Sep 2014 2:31am
Stepping Stones
To say goodbye to your past
and walk boldly into your future.
Stepping stones to guide your way,
help you along.
You learn who is true, as well as
who is not.
Your heart breaks, more than once,
never to be the same again.
Stepping stones, things that we are to learn from,
experiences, knowledge, pain and heartache.
Losing pieces of your mind, leaving them
as a trail of crumbs for others to find.
Where do they lead, this trail?
What will they find?
What will you find as...
and walk boldly into your future.
Stepping stones to guide your way,
help you along.
You learn who is true, as well as
who is not.
Your heart breaks, more than once,
never to be the same again.
Stepping stones, things that we are to learn from,
experiences, knowledge, pain and heartache.
Losing pieces of your mind, leaving them
as a trail of crumbs for others to find.
Where do they lead, this trail?
What will they find?
What will you find as...
1003 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2014 4:30pm
28th Jun 2014 4:30pm
A Thank You...
I don't cry much anymore,
at least not over you.
Oh, I still cry, but mostly over things
that won't ever be.
Dying dreams and such.
It isn't just you, others have killed
many dreams too.
Despite the shattered dreams the
sun rises each morning.
The mountains magnificent,
the sky bright and clear.
Thank you for leaving me,
for not doing as you promised.
Without you, I have continued to
grow, learn and experience.
My horizons have expanded and
...
at least not over you.
Oh, I still cry, but mostly over things
that won't ever be.
Dying dreams and such.
It isn't just you, others have killed
many dreams too.
Despite the shattered dreams the
sun rises each morning.
The mountains magnificent,
the sky bright and clear.
Thank you for leaving me,
for not doing as you promised.
Without you, I have continued to
grow, learn and experience.
My horizons have expanded and
...
859 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Apr 2014 5:48am
5th Apr 2014 5:48am
Bittersweet
Blaze was born under the computer table in the back room. He was the largest of the litter at birth, a lovely red spotted tabby with white trim. At his biggest, Blaze weighed in at 28lbs, approximately 2-1/2' long from tip of nose to tip of tail...a truly big cat.
For all of Blaze's life I couldn't have a plastic cover on my sewing machine. You see, Blaze had a passion for plastic: ziplock bags, shopping bags, 6 pack holders...he dug my little photo album out of my purse one night and chewed it all up. He would find plastic anywhere, I had to be very careful and diligent at keeping...
For all of Blaze's life I couldn't have a plastic cover on my sewing machine. You see, Blaze had a passion for plastic: ziplock bags, shopping bags, 6 pack holders...he dug my little photo album out of my purse one night and chewed it all up. He would find plastic anywhere, I had to be very careful and diligent at keeping...
688 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2014 4:23pm
14th Mar 2014 4:23pm
I Pretend...
..there was a fire.
It's heat curled and burned all the photos and cards I had saved.
It's flames engulfed my furniture and curtains.
It melted and scorched my Christmas ornaments, nativity scene and
pine cone lights.
The pages of my books curled as the flames consumed them.
Quilt tops, never to be finished, burned to ashes. Their colors
obliterated.
Stereo, television, clothes, fabric, kitchen, bedroom...all gone.
I pretend there was a fire, this is how I can better accept the
loss of so...
It's heat curled and burned all the photos and cards I had saved.
It's flames engulfed my furniture and curtains.
It melted and scorched my Christmas ornaments, nativity scene and
pine cone lights.
The pages of my books curled as the flames consumed them.
Quilt tops, never to be finished, burned to ashes. Their colors
obliterated.
Stereo, television, clothes, fabric, kitchen, bedroom...all gone.
I pretend there was a fire, this is how I can better accept the
loss of so...
723 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 11:11pm
16th Feb 2014 11:11pm
Thoughts of You
I thought of you today
and smiled sadly.
Did you think of me?
Do you ever?
I suppose you no longer
remember our talks.
How you would tell me
of your day.
Do you remember the last thing
you said to me?
I do.
and smiled sadly.
Did you think of me?
Do you ever?
I suppose you no longer
remember our talks.
How you would tell me
of your day.
Do you remember the last thing
you said to me?
I do.
845 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2014 1:27pm
4th Feb 2014 1:27pm
At Least To Me...
Do you collect pieces of
people's hearts?
Display them on a shelf
that only you can admire?
Does this bring you happiness
and love?
Your voice, music to my ears
and soul.
We talked and laughed.
Discussed our lives.
Designed gardens for flowers
and food.
Talked about what we wanted
in our home.
We made plans.
But something changed, you stopped
talking to me.
Was it the age difference?
The distance apart?
Or did you only want...
people's hearts?
Display them on a shelf
that only you can admire?
Does this bring you happiness
and love?
Your voice, music to my ears
and soul.
We talked and laughed.
Discussed our lives.
Designed gardens for flowers
and food.
Talked about what we wanted
in our home.
We made plans.
But something changed, you stopped
talking to me.
Was it the age difference?
The distance apart?
Or did you only want...
733 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 5:12pm
3rd Dec 2013 5:12pm
It Is More...
..... than just
your wallet or purse,
more than your
shoes or belt.
It is a living thing.
And in my bed, it
sleeps with me nightly,
reminds me I'm not
alone with it's warmth,
soft touch and welcoming
aroma.
your wallet or purse,
more than your
shoes or belt.
It is a living thing.
And in my bed, it
sleeps with me nightly,
reminds me I'm not
alone with it's warmth,
soft touch and welcoming
aroma.
772 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 4:53pm
30th Nov 2013 4:53pm
What You See...
You see my eyes,
bright and intelligent,
before you see the color.
My smile, gentle,
perhaps playful, sweet.
What you can't see,
lies deep inside,
buried but not forgotten,
pain and torment.
You don't know that
I have been to hell.
Not once but twice.
And have scraped and
climbed my way out.
You can't see my dark desires,
my fantasies and dreams.
Things not normal to most,
but very normal for me,
for I have accepted who
and...
bright and intelligent,
before you see the color.
My smile, gentle,
perhaps playful, sweet.
What you can't see,
lies deep inside,
buried but not forgotten,
pain and torment.
You don't know that
I have been to hell.
Not once but twice.
And have scraped and
climbed my way out.
You can't see my dark desires,
my fantasies and dreams.
Things not normal to most,
but very normal for me,
for I have accepted who
and...
843 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2013 8:31pm
4th Nov 2013 8:31pm
Autumn
Dry leaves skitter across the road
and pile in the yard.
They crunch when you dare
venture a path thru them.
Autumn is upon us,
their death knoll.
Sunny days, cool nights,
crisp fresh air, wearing sweaters.
Dry leaves skitter across the road
and pile in the yard,
the fore bringer of winter.
and pile in the yard.
They crunch when you dare
venture a path thru them.
Autumn is upon us,
their death knoll.
Sunny days, cool nights,
crisp fresh air, wearing sweaters.
Dry leaves skitter across the road
and pile in the yard,
the fore bringer of winter.
775 reads
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