My wife is as terrified as I, fleeing with me through the dark and constricted alleyways of an old and decrepit city. The air is thick with the stench of refuse and the smell of food cooking over open flames as we pass between the cramped and overcrowded tenements that rise like cliffs around us.This woman, whom I believe to be my wife, pleads with me to find help or escape, but we both know there is none to be found. We...

The usually annoying sound of her alarm clock was soothing and welcomed that morning. She woke from her slumber and felt the warmth of Eric’s body next to her. It was the first time they had spent the night together. They had recently started dating and were a perfect fit. They were both certain that they had found their soulmates in each other but, had never dared to tell one another. Her heart fluttered every time she t...

He wants to save me  With his sweetness  Envelope me  In the warmth of his love  He sees a bird, rare  A broken wing  A hidden spirit  Lost  Caught in the fear  Of possible flight With his prayers  And the touch of his hands  An infusion of his spirit  The curve of his smile  The music in his voice  The feel of his heart  Beating next to mine  As he leads me in this dance  And I begin to depend on  The strength of his arm...

The rain pelted out an angry, broken rhythm against the roof of his car. It eerily echoed through the gloomy darkness that seemed to penetrate every dirty crack of the lifeless street. "Forte? Crescendo?" he asked himself, unable to remember which word accurately described the increase in loudness, of the eerie melody being pounded out on his car. "Who gives a fuck," he thought as he reclined the car seat, stretched his l...

I arrived at Jan's house around 5:40 that afternoon, still adhering to my rule about not showing up early for a date. Jan was ready and waiting for me when I rang the doorbell, and Jan met me at the door. She was wearing a silky long-sleeved top and jeans. Judging by the jiggle of her breasts, it became apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her top. Jan greeted me with a kiss, her arms going around my neck as...

I am bathed in my own moralsMy heart broken On the curve of the beachIn the damp sand Where the water rises to greet And then slips silently awayEbbs and flows Under the oblivious light of the moonThe wind fingers my hairBut offers no armsI am alone with my lossesAnd my pains So subjectiveIs regretAn ache that progressesOnce it states its claimIt clamps down on the heartProhibits the normalcy of just ...Breathing I am my...

I met her here, one sweet day when she turned my head and then turned my world upside down in a good way.We danced around each other at first,neither one wanting to make the first moveyet frightened to do nothing. Once ignited, our passion knew no boundsas we soared to the very heights of wanton lust,our movements in perfect sync with each other.Our couplings were legendary, driving each otherto the pinnacle of pleasure a...

I saw her do the dance of loss in rain As streetlights gleamed above her hair of red Her eyes were glowing as she cried in pain Because she made mistakes and was misled.  I saw her do the song of grief in gloom As echoes of her mourning rang aloud Her tears continued as she read her doom Among the scattered remnants of a cloud.  I saw her do her drawings in the sun As crowds exclaimed about the work she shared Her hands w...