F.E.A.R
A game I played and found it so frightening and spellbound at the end the plot thicken to bring the conclusion that the hero and the small girl are related ...she was his mother and she was protecting him from some of the dark projects the scientists did with her DNA.....
Room At The Top
O how I remember that night, the long winding staircase stinking of urine, you saying don't worry all will be fine I lost my red stiletto shoe in our haste to get to the "Room At The Top" We were young, we were hungry to sh
~I'm a quiet man~
What say you to this!I believe most people will shy away from a reply here, because of being afraid to speak out against what's in front of them. So it go'es to show that fear tactics work. I believe I'm here for a reason, not too sure what that reason is, but I'll not let fear interupt what I feel needs to be said.
life
sorry not great but my first ever effort lot of truth in there
happiness
from the outward glow soaring in dreams in the clouds like a spirit lighting to the heaven's the sun kissed in golden shadows upon night the moon smiles at the colours shadows disappear falling teardrops morning pearls from the
A Single Lonely Cloud Floating By
I was cloud watching last night
luminous...
Delicate pieces of me, Float free and endlessly As I geographically cross the sea To where my heart, wants to be. Although, a fragment still in my mind The feeling is simply, sublime. Soaring through a clouded maze Forging distant night to day
Blindfold
Just what I am feeling tonight...
beautiful doll
you are such a beautiful doll all i can do is hold your beautiful face on my finger tips in between my hands you have eyes to die for that is if I haven't died already standing with you in heaven your skin beautiful and fresh colours your ey
love calls
my insperation a cross given to me by my mother
you are the one
oh yes darling you you are the flower thats leaning towards me you are the only one why i call your name you are the one the flower leaning you are the voice in my garden a beautiful voice the only one
Corner Poem
Inspired by Macduff5's "No Birds Sing"
A Bit of Dark Horse
for Tracy's challenge to me
Tremble my heart.
Tremble my heart, follow my lead this way. Listen to the violins, before they begin to play. As the doves cry, in sorrow & the hogs, grunt at the moon. They will be waiting for you In a ditch meant for your tomb Listen to the mockingbir
The Belly Dancer (challenge)
hope you like paloma
Going to the Bathroom
A parody of Going to the Chapel. I had this coworker back at a job I had up till 2006 and he would do this constantly. He did get written up once, but still continued to do this. I figure he worked about half his shift and the other half did stuff like this to get out of work and he was the highest paid. He was also my favorite coworker which shows how bad some of my coworkers were.
You're Still Beautiful To Me
I dont see how people can buy into this bull , not even worthy of bathroom material and a waste on my cable bill for sure. I ordered HBO not hiphop abs. Love yourself be yourself. Make the change you need or want but for yourself, or a loved one, something better than because somebody somewhere said so. Might as well play a record backwards then kill someone and say the devil made you do it. It worked in the 80's or did that fail too...Cheers
he helped
my internal prayer god love of god drip fed love starving the one feeling alienating a beautiful dream a dark force in my realm talking in the garden whispering sweet nothing spreading dicease in my mind upon my garden of eden a cancer spre
cupid
walking into the moon the shadow of two with you love hold my hand clasped with passion this is my world if only i could put my hands up touching the stars grabbing you a handful all the colours of light an explosion of colours through a
Telling the Story
drought is one of the biggest killers in Africa certainly the biggest non man made can you imagine temps of 140% in the shade? how dry that makes the air and land? the scrub plants and grasses of the savannah will sometimes self combust they became so dry
The Master Carpenter
the skill of a master carpenter is amazing
death of the soul
this poem is of my own anger tword the way people have treated me. It how ever is not ment to imply all are that way.
out of the dark
beginning to love life again
Believing is seeing
An inspiration that was given to me this magical Sunday morning.. The words are mine..
The me inside
Something strange I found in meditation...
The offering
What have I to give thee that you do not already possess Am I not a sojourner through life as thee I built you cities and vindyards yet you sit upon your terrace and gaze at the stars Your heart yearns for that mystical union that beckons yo
Dreamer
look inside to your inner self find that place of happiness and wealth let yourself drift into the unknown find those thoughts only you own feel the free life force within its then you will begin to realise what may seem the impossible
Sick and tired...
Guess I just need a nap or something...
your dark knight [a valentine kiss]
One knight polishing armor on Valentine's night gleaming brightly shining feelings kneeling down opening emotions kissing lovingly a princess Deeply touching soft dancing lips sweetly pursing gently feeding desire charming delights in
Snowed in the south
A rare cold snow day here in southern Mississippi!
cupids arrow
Melted heart spread so thin holds memories of wilted roses within. Renaissance love of golded arrow holding retaliatory torture of loves call,only to receve a silver tip after all.
Peace
we all long for a peaceful life...peace is like a clear river...it must flow from one point to the other... Let us be the vessels Peace springs from....
Stray Cat
Late night encounters...
For Jane
My daughter grew up over-shadowed by her older sister's "bigger than life" personality. But in my eyes she has always been the wind beneath her sister's big wings. My eldest sure has soared above Jane who spent most of her life looking up to her big sister, refusing to shine on her own. It was emotional for me to see her in a different light...a different girl, or woman rather, on her wedding day.
soul kissed
smiling sunshine angela darling
Mi Luna
Lovers moon..
three words
to know how much these most powerful words i love you feelings so special how much it would break this heart i sent honey on this a token just to show how i still see you my princess pictures do stand out amazing so ve
What a Woman Really Wants
From a grateful heart... to God and to my husband...Thank you so much! All my life I longed for a simple man with a beautiful heart to build a simple but beautiful life with. God listened to my prayers, He has opened my eyes to see and appreciate what He has blessed me with. I am grateful, very grateful. Sometimes we take too much time unwrapping God's gift...we get distracted by many outside forces...we look at the physical packaging, the wrapper, the ribbon...before we finally can see, admire, appreciate and cherish the gift inside!
Choices we make...
just a thought...very happy with my life but I was talking to someone yesterday about a mutual friend who seems to never settle with a person...and though we both feel sorry for her I couldn't help but wonder if it is the guys or if it is her...looks like we no longer put much value in our relationships...much to easy for some to give the flick even for very trivial reasons...sometimes I feel we value material things more than a person, more than life itself...
Anger and Resentment
why forgive...
i stole an angel
i kneel your robin hood robbing your rich golden heart beautiful every thing i do bryan adams excellent song for us your my maid marion
spirit of emotion
for you angela one hot babe