shredu2

Counting down the hours, the minutes, the seconds until it comes What it is that is coming, exactly, you're not sure But you can feel the waiting, the pains of anguish It is starting to have an affect on more than just your body, It is starting to have an affect upon your mind, your life Waiting is the game the Devil plays….. There's a quietness all about you, However long ago you released the hand of calmness, The quietness took over when you looked down at your pack, Somewhere, somehow, your hand was corrupted, The cards facing up at you weren't the ones you were dealt Waiting is the game the Devil plays….. The screams pulsate t

Looking down into the unbeknown, wondering where it ends, considering You once tore from me, my eyes, I believe it is more than a miracle that I can see beyond this veil. Pulling upon the chains binding me to this place only to hear the now dull rattling echoing into the background, far superceeding my own ears, only to have it leave me hollow. On the times when two minds form once again to become one, when the spiritual mind evolves, forming to become whole, again, the a sea of memories thoughts and emotions return. Once a veil of admiration and a little affection, now putrid now one of desolation and sorrow, yet not one of pity b

Scrunched up in my bed, I am trying to evade the world, But, like the bitter cold of winter, it always breaks through and in doing so leaves a stinging mark upon the skin, I tried to cry, to feel the emptiness I pride myself upon But the frozen tears couldn't make it down my cheek... And all the while I wonder, will there come a day the sun won't rise? The sky is full of life and the birds all sing a song, a song of life and full of beauty, that touches me so, and I smile and laugh, hiding the thoughts on my mind The ones that brought me to where I am today, Where I was yesterday and where I could be tomorrow... And all the whil

"GLITTERY THOUGHTS"-Act 1 scene 6 and 7. Gazing out of the imported French windows of 1732 Fifth Avenue, again it dawned upon her, the lushness of Central Park. Each time she looked out of her windows a deep feeling of serenity overcame her soul. The park was undoubtedly magnificent and 'Oh so very green,' she thought. Still pondering on the beauty of Central Park, she wondered if, perhaps she should suggest such a green to Percival, her fashion designer, for next season. The view was much more impressive than that from her beloved father's old office on the 52nd floor at Bankston Credit. Thinking of her father brought tears to her made-up

Only seconds have passed since awakening from sweet dreams of you,                                                and already thoughts of when i will next touch you, kiss you and breathe your being fill my mind,                             Tick Tock, there goes the clock,                      and I am wondering when you will have time                             As the second hand ticks softly                      my life is slowly fading, we are fading....                             Tick Tock, there goes the clock. Only minutes have passed since I picked up the phone to hear your warm voice,