The Leaf (Poem)
But now you’re letting go
In your release I cry shades of red
Of yellow and hues somewhere in between.
Experience
I’ll Stand By You
So the song goes. A beautiful expression of true love, a woman vowing her allegiance to her man. Equally beautiful is the man seems to have suggested a need for such help, for such devotion. His Angel has responded, and now he can heal without fear that she is abandoning him or judging him as so many others have throughout his life.
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In A Moment of Complete Despair
No, those eyes will not grace yours again. Those hands will not grasp for you, wanting and needing you ever again. Those lips will not breathe life into your soul. She has made her choice and you now must make yours.
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The Broken Umbrella (Creative Writing Exercise)
Even in breaking there is purpose, and even in getting wet there is hope.
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The Final Breath
He laid there, the immense pain in his chest beginning to numb under the realization that he was dying. Just moments before he was alive, enjoying the morning with his beloved, laughing about the memories they had created the night before. Now, he was sprawled out on the living room floor fighting for air, and wanting so desperately to talk.
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Single Touch
In the candlelight lays destiny
In the moment there is a mountain of truth
Wanting…needing…knowing
Reaching out for an answer to the call
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A Trail to Destiny (Creative Writing Exercise #2)
I could not look down for fear of seeing where I was heading. I could not look up because, well, “up” had rejected me. All I knew was at this moment I was married to this piece of glass, and if that glass wouldn’t accept me all I could do is try to accept it and hang on for fear of falling into the abyss.
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Old Harriet (Creative Writing Exercise)
To be honest, it wasn’t the rather unspectacular car or the completely unremarkable dent that had me transfixed. The concave crater formed by someone’s mistake was streaked with a cobalt-blue paint as if someone had applied it with their fingers. The paint was a unique kind of color, one that I didn’t see much of, but one that had brought fond memories into view. One that had me lost in a combination of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
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my Sweet Affinity
How much is too much Of me? How much can you hear? How much can you see? How much can you bear Of me, my Sweet Affinity? Which time is the last time You’ll […]
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Our Love Heals
I am unsure and like a child again searching for her arms, her breast, her soothing voice. The tears I cry are hidden by the salty remains of the wave I let loose on the world, but they are there. Sometimes best cried in solitude, other times best hidden from even the parts of me that want to let them flow.
