Its hard to look at him knowing he’s a shell, The man he used to be I always loved him well. Somewhere deep inside There are things he can see Annie, he once called He was expecting me. Time is running out Some days he…

The encounter was bound to happen eventually, They just didn’t know it. They envisioned their career being the most important part of their lives. They never bothered to look for love.   It just fell into their hard working laps.   When they understood each…

He shackled her legs as she started her day, Already confused She’s far from okay. Frightened and hurt and made an exhibit, Lost and confused but no one can visit. Wronged and demeaned She now wants to die, Lower than dirt and now they know…

Stepping onto the old wooden steps, I feel as though I have seen this place before. Where have I been for the past several years? I have to keep moving.   Stepping onto the old wooden boat, I feel as though I have been at…

Eyes fixed left and right how will I sleep on? Watching me, making rules How my nights are long. Hiding in my room scared to even think, Eyes all cast on me they don’t even blink. Eyes all fixed on me scrutinizing all, knowing what…

The years of waste, and tears of haste, I struggle on to keep the pace. Where are my friends? I thought they cared, to hear from one has been quite rare. Looking back at wasted years, they hurt so much I drown in tears. With…

I wait for your text. After hours we don’t do much. I see you, You see me, We don’t talk openly, Be honest… I know that I don’t.   The soft moonlight hits us as we walk past the old tree stump. The tree was…

Dear Diary, what do you sense? What have you read? Am I intense? Here day to day where things hardly change Ready to write And it’s all the same.   Dear Diary my faithful good book, where secrets are kept and nobody looks. When loneliness…

Used to be comfortable in this world I lived in. Used love being part of this wondrous world of life Used to see my various neighbors swim past my home. Used to love waking up in the morning Used want to catch food Used to…

Scared to reach out I hate to go bother, He feels the same way we’re both left to ponder. It’s hard to explain his friendship is special, how can we burden? Perhaps its all mental. Friends we still are we complicate matters, assuming those things…