...but certainly not in peace. The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace After the clouds, the sunshine, after the winter, the spring, after the shower, the rainbow, for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life’s cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace. Helen Steiner Rice Speak Low Time is so old and love so brief, Love is pure gold and time a thief. We’re late,... 

Blindly he haunts me, killed by poisoned smoke of sacrifice. Desire bleeds deep red, and lingers always. A ghost for eternity. Technorati Tags: original poetry, Short Poems Tags: original poetry, Short Poems  Read More →

My trust is but an ocean, porcelain to the kiss. I drink the liquid of life, and dance in a champagne pool. I devour your delicious universe, and lie on a velvet cloud for eternity. Technorati Tags: original poetry, Short Poems Tags: original poetry, Short Poems  Read More →

Ashes, ashes Lightning crashes. Quickly through the heart. When storm clouds boom, Get out of your room, And taste the tears of Heaven. But keep a watchful eye, On the midnight sky. For when the lightning flashes, There’s no escaping. Technorati Tags: original poetry, Short Poems Tags: original poetry, Short Poems  Read More →

A dark shadow crawls, Slowly towards my head. I try to step away, But something holds me down. Every second slower, Every minute longer, Yet every day shorter, Every month faster. I grab for time, Grab for hope. Nothing is there, My fingers don’t grip. Faster, faster, falling straight down, No end in sight. A ledge to rest upon, But only for a moment. The Lake of Fire is closer now, So close, too close. Swallow me up, swallow me whole, Finally... 

Sitting in the darkness with nowhere to turn, I find a little candle yearning to burn. The hope of a flame or even a spark, Cause all my fears to slow and to park. I look around at all of the others, I cry because they are burning but mine won’t bother. Why does it have to be this way? I want so much to burn some day. My little wick is beginning to fade, It will surely disappear and in the text I will wade. Until I find a match to... 

Look at all the faces, Who hide their lonely places. Their own private portals to Hell. Your life sucks. Mine is worse. But not as bad as his. Technorati Tags: original poetry, Short Poems Tags: original poetry, Short Poems  Read More →

Once again we’ve gathered, preparing for departure. Up and over, out of sight, into a whole new rhelm. Divided we sit, together we fly. You in your corner and I in mine, soon we will be one. One lights the match, which starts the other’s fire. Inhale, exhale, breath the smoke of our souls. Today it’s like this, tomorrow—who knows. When we gather the next time, we’ll do it all over again. Oxygen is the most... 

Our soul is energy, And energy is neither created or destroyed. Our soul never dies. The body our soul inhabits was given to us as a gift from God. What we do with it is our choice. But if God sees that we are going the wrong way, He will step in and help. And when He feels that He needs our help in His kingdom, He will send for us. The people who leave early are the very special people, Whose help is needed even more. But since our soul... 

Lust is weakened blood surging through her veins. She’ll drive it to the brink until it finally shoots her down. Jane is consumed by her lust. She’s gonna die one day, and she knows it. Her weak veins bubble as she watches Joe-Joe fill the needle. He clicks his nails on the plastic tube and her eardrums quiver. The deadly liquid swims through her body, as madness swims through her mind. Jane’s lust leaves her, subdued by... 

The Cold Within Author Unknown Six human trapped by happenstance In dark and bitter cold. Each one possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story’s told. Their dying fire in need of logs, The first woman held hers back, For on the faces ‘round the fire, She noticed that one was Black. The next man looking ‘cross the way Saw one not of his church, And couldn’t bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch. The third...