I step in the door and she is waiting, her whines and cries warm my heart. She is always there for me, I tell her about my day and she listens patiently, her eyes staring at me. We go walking and play in the grass and trees running and chasing.
Fifty
Am I Alone in These Thoughts…
I am kept awake by thoughts of you, my dreams filled with your touch. Even moments we are near I am invisible, your eyes take no notice of me. How is it you are on my mind constantly yet I am never on yours? I must act, but will you?
Foot steps
My footfalls the only sounds, the forest is quiet, the leaves rustle under my feet. The light of day fades, orange and red scar the sky above the canopy. Darkness is coming, the night brings terrors. I move faster, my destination is not far. I listen, something’s footsteps closing in.
The Best of Friends
I step in the door and she is waiting, her whines and cries warm my heart. She is always there for me, I tell her about my day and she listens patiently, her eyes staring at me. We go walking and play in the grass and trees, running and chasing.
Haunting Cries
Eyelids droop, head heavy, breathing slowing. Sleep calls to me, it taunts me, I am struggling against it, I want it, with every fibre of my being I want to give in to its haunting calls. I have been walking for so long, however my journey is not ending yet.
Waiting…
I’m waiting, seconds slowly pass. My mind wanders, thoughts of her fill my mind once again, I shake, I don’t want these feelings, these thoughts anymore. I am tormented constantly. Why can I not escape, she has gone, but my mind refuses to let her go, she was my forever.
Nightfall
Gold, it sits upon his head. He sees all, his control is total. Our lives are his, subjects, serfs, rats, insignificant. We are his. Gold, it controls them. Change will come, Gold will not sit for long on his dome. Tonight, tonight it will fall, along with the regime. Tonight.
The Breath of The Ocean
The waves, they rise ever higher. The sea rolls, creaks and cracks erupt all around, the darkness of the deep overwhelms all. Wood splinters, and the endless black engulfs. The void welcomes us, our new home for eternity, we sleep soundly beneath the sky, beneath the waves, in the deep.
The Photographer
The watching, waiting, perfect stillness, then a perfect reward, the SNAP of the shutter.
Life, I watch and wait, ever ready for the next SNAP, I thirst for it, the desire higher than any other.
After each SNAP, relief washes over me, soon though the urge returns. I am addicted.
E
I look at her, she smiles, I can’t look away. Life is simple with her, life is for her, and without her I would be nothing, my life would be nothing. I need her, desire her, she is my perfection. Life is her. I hold her close, I love her.
Four Letters
A four letter word, can I say it?
It haunts me, she is always on my mind.
Her, without I feel empty, she gives me heart, a soul, meaning. I want to tell her with every fibre of me. Life left her, and she will never know, four letter word.
Heavy
I open the door, already a smile on my face, I am home. I see her, a smile erupts on her face, then tears in her eyes, I bring her close. I can feel the weight in my pocket, I kneel and look up. She breaks, death leaves her lips.
A Boisterous Life 