I slammed my door shut behind me as I stormed down the hall into my room. With a little shriek of fury, I slung myself down on the small bed that was pushed into one corner of the room. I buried my face in my considerable mound of pillows, occasionally letting out my anger in short bursts of screams...
She lay her head against his, sighing at the perfection of the moment. The sun had just touched down on the horizon, it's last rays growing feeble as it kissed the ocean. The girl stared down at her hands, clasped in his, her thumb slowly tracing the contours of his wrist. He looked down into h...
I clutched the steaming cup of coffee as I poured over the glowing computer screen. Glancing down at my wristwatch, my eyes widened. Twelve fourteen already? It seemed that time flew when I absorbed the latest literary piece, feeding my imagination's voracious appetite. The hands of the little ...
I poked my head out into the hallway, looking left, then right. All was clear, though that fact did little to nothing to calm my perturbed mind. Who was in the house besides me? Were they criminals? Murderers? More than one?
My fear-crazed mind leaped at any conclusion to cross its path, though ...
He clenched the old bottle of whiskey in one hand, the half-smoked cigarette in the other. Sighing deeply, he threw back his head and took a swig from the bottle. He flicked his cig into the ashtray on the stained, wooden table next to him. He poured the rest of the whiskey into the tray and the ci...
She looks at me
And I know too well,
She's disappointed and
She comes home to
Yelling, hatred and pain.
She's too tired to eat,
But she finds the strength to pray.
It's not her fault.
She knows too well.
She insists she should do better,
Still she blame...
Life is like a web,
You just can't let go.
It holds you tight, suspended.
It doesn't want to let you go.
Cradles you, protected,
Death is like the spider,
Silent, unseen, unknown,
You can't escape.
Poisonous, waiting, stalking,
You can't a...
Sometimes this world is too much.
It's too hard for you to bare,
When it pulses, pushes, you around in a rush.
And a knife's shining edges are a taunting dare.
Woe to the one who caves.
Woe to the ones insane.
And I know who's done this deed.
The ones who think ...