I like to think. Who knows why, but thinking, daydreaming, using my brain and my heart; those things take up a very large portion of my life, and always have.
As a child it was mainly dreaming; dreaming of growing up to be important, dreaming of stories or
+ more bio informationThe blackness falls over my eyesI let it go too far againAnger clouded my thoughtsA black thunderstorm of hatredNow he appears in a circle of lightAn ebony lake rippling silently around himHe's all I can seeHis hideous, cracked face breaks into a grinLike a decayed jack o' lanternA voice echoes in the dark cavern of my mind"O... More..
I still can't fathomThat you, the elite,Would condescend to beMy friend.That every time we talkSomehow I'm good enough.My imperfect wordsMy imperfect thoughtsMy imperfect emotionsMy imperfect deedsThey draw you inThey should drive you awayYou are Light,Air,Music,Pure Words.I am a guttering candle flame,Smoke,Discord,Garbled L... More..
They're all around meAsking me to be perfectTelling me I'm notI have to wonder,In this world of confusion:Who is on my side?I'm a light shining in darknessThe only one of my kindFor miles aroundThere must be someone out thereWho is like me,Who is on my side. More..
I see my life, a sidewalkStretching far ahead.I'm focused on the mountains,Huge problems that I dread.They rise up, fierce and threatening,To complicate my life.I must climb o'er those mountainsTho' they cut me like a knife.I walk along my sidewalk,Bruised, yet I'll survive.I'm looking only forward,Intent to stay alive.Yet, t... More..
Dilsey: Strength Among Weakness, Endures to the End A few people in this world are gifted with the ability to stay strong, no matter what they face in their lives. Novels such as William Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury accurately reflect the realities of life, and few characters in these books, as in real life, receive the ... More..
Lindra Parelle looked up expectantly as a gust of frigid air swept a few loose curls from her bun. The common room was half-occupied with farmers and merchants, and a quiet murmur filled the air. Some men ceased their talk as they, too, looked at the new arrivals.Two men, tall and dark with travel-stained cloaks, had already ... More..
I can'tI can't thinkWhatwhatwhatIs going onI should beShould be somewhereSomewhereSomewhereI feel fineFinefinefineFineHow are you today? More..
I read your message yesterdaySimple words, inconsequentialBut somehow they ring through my headMore than anything I wishI could tell you how I feelYou don't know, I think-But more than anything,You are the world to meI drift through lifeComing, goingNot really tryingAnd now I want to say to you:More than anythingYou are my an... More..
My Storm Breezy. Soft. Gentle. The wind on my face is caressing me as I stand on the big rock in the bay. So rare. Like his hands stroking my face, wiping away my tears. Memories. I think of the first time we met. Wonderful. We knew right away that we were meant for each other. Perfect. The wind changes. Rough. Cold. Hard. M... More..
Mother:You are my allYou brought me hereYou gave me breathLoveEncouragementCareYou deal with usAll sevenFightingArguingBeing bratsIt hurts me to knowThat you, of all people,Never are thankedPraisedComfortedI'm sorry I never show my gratitudeI shouldEven when I don't feel itIt's thereWaitingTo be acknowledgedDon't go awayI lov... More..
Meesha Meserole
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