I am writing a letter to No one.
Because No one will help me.
No one will listen.
When No one reads this letter No one will know.
No one will understand.
No one will help.

Sucks ( Read more... )

Going over and over why these tears seep out from my every pore. My skin is slick with grief I cannot shake away. There is not a sponge large enough to absorb the puddles of my twisted sorrow. Where have the days gone, flying by so fast like sideways rain penetrating my tattered flesh . This is life this is real this is me tumbling out of my mind ( Read more... )

In a transient heart kiss ( Read more... )

Originally posted by wymmwh at My Good Old Friend
She was 83 when I met her, and soon Vera Nikolaevna became my best friend. I was 12 but the big age difference was not an obstacle for us. Vera was my English teacher. She was born in 1906 - the very beginning of 20th century. She had a twin-sister Mary. Both women had white hair and looked alike. When ( Read more... )

Hi! My name is Denis. I write short stories and would like to exchange with other authors. I am not a native English speaker but I do my best to find proper words, to express my emotions and create something, which could touch.
I will be happy to meet new friends and yes - critics as well.
Have a nice day (or night)!
DD

conceived perceived and received
my broken finger harp
sings sad songs
of edited memories
feeling the deletion
of every brittle bone of hope
that who I was
and who we all are
meant something more
once upon a time fascinating
now just fading
worn to nothing by the wind.

Writing letters I'll never send ( Read more... )

I thought you were the phoenix the shaman, the almost god ( Read more... )

Imagine what it's like to be happy
Imagine what it's like to be loved
To be loved without a price tag
To just be, for the sake of being
And having someone come along for your dreams