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Their Life Now

The alternative now

The other Mothers don’t trust her Homewrecker, they know The other Dads don’t trust him His daughters' future stolen for an earring in a bed Easily and happily led There is a dinner party circuit, but they don't know Outside, they have to dine together, alone At home Where his kids don’t come because he let them be replaced by hers Where her kids live with the middling child they share, all other daughters jealous and awa...

When It's Over

Life Can Be So Unfair, With Twists Around Every Corner. Lost love, Lost Friendships. One Never Knows!

It was Thursday afternoon. My wife thought I was out of town on a business trip when actually I had been in town all week putting the final touches on my plan. I was sitting in my car, parked two doors up the street, waiting. I called the number and confirmed the precise time of her arrival; 3:30 p.m. was the agreed-upon time. That was thirty minutes from now. I needed that time to complete my portion of the plan. Then I...

You stared at me with those eyes Kisses burned flesh of innocence Mistook the look of love Instead defined the prey of predator. I grew accustomed to your grooming Habits that informed my every move Cautiously optimistic then suddenly sullen You tormented me with inconsistency. Who are you anyways? The one whose touch and taste remind me Blinding me with lust and lingering scent on my naked skin Legs wide apart, spread to...

The Night Of The Storm

What seemed so simple, became so difficult, but you never know what the results of your actions will be!

It was a stormy night in early April. The rain was pounding on the roof and splashing against the windows. Thunder and lightning were creating night fireworks in the sky. The lights flickered occasionally. This had been happening for several hours and may continue through the night. Suddenly the front door opened, and a soaking-wet Elaine stumbled in. She was drenched, dripping water off everything, holding a useless umbr...

An Afternoon In The Hospice

A Spaniard turns to a friend in her hour of need

It wouldn’t be long now. She knew. She made sure to sit up as much as she could. She tried so, so hard to walk and, with a stick, could make it to the nurse’s station. But, sometimes, she could not even eat solid food and had to be fed on a drip. Two years of sickness had left Ester little more than a bag of skin and bones. When she was first diagnosed, she’d dreamed of what might have been. Of passionate love affairs on...

Why Me

Why me God

Why God,  on this special day, why did you take  my only love away.   Our hearts were free  and so full of love. Why did you take my pure love from me?   It was love for all eternity, forever and meant to be.   My love for her in my heart, I will forever see.   So my dear God, Why take that from me?   I am now left to walk alone.   With only her memory, So dear God leave me  my heart filled with her love  on our special d...

Goodbye … I Wish You Well

Love, even though …

Our heady daysof sex surpriseset us ablazebetween our thighsand masked the fearthat nothing moremade us adhereat thirty-four. The sweaty heatof burning lustmade Hope's conceitincongruous. Your desperate grasp,my frenzied kiss,our unveiled gasp,left us remiss. The Future gavethis to impart:"Though you've been brave,you’re best apart." Razed callously,we steeply fell.Now, wondrously,I wish you well. Yes, on Love’s Day,I wis...

Her nervous start to increase inside. Her heart is racing, her breathing is increasing. Her worries are building in her mind. Her loneliness creeping in. Her body is showing opposite signs. He speaks and calms her instantly. He touches her and soothes her. He makes her feel loved in this world. Then she wakes and he disappears. Her love never truly there beside her. Looking down she sees a man. A man who she no longer lov...

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I hate myself for doing this, walking to the corner of the street where she lived, standing in line for a film I have no intention of watching. People say, “How is…,“ then they stop and change the subject. Her sock turns up unexpectedly in the wash. Her eyelash curler appears in my wash bag. Raincoat on (hers), I walk all the way to the bus shelter where she first touched me properly. Now my hair is wet, and I simply can'...

You walk by Swallowing the sky, Where it’s not at And neither am I.   Lick my wounds Where overhang, The bloodless battle Whose victory rang.   My thoughts I’ve squandered Where no one hears, Pain is so silent - Grant me your tears.   Laugh at me Whilst I might try, And though it’s cruel, Could you care why?   Look at me, As I am bound To your ignorance, You’ve not yet found.   Touch my eyes That blankets emptiness, And g...

Fuck Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day can bring out the sadness for many, one lonely lesbian in particular

  It was a dark and dreary February night as I drove home, fitting my mood. It was Valentine's Day, my least favorite day of the year. A day championed by Hallmark to peddle overpriced, sappy cards to the gullible masses in order to line their greedy corporate pockets. Not that I'm cynical, you understand. It's just a day that highlights my loneliness. But in all fairness, much of that falls on me. My compulsive pickiness...

I dream of you in colours from a spectrum that never existedI dream of you in a time and place that I can never reachSoft whispers fill my ears and leave my heart yearningFor something untouchable and floating away in spaceLike an astronaut released from their tetherAdriftThe stars look bright and swirl, leaving me feeling drunk and woozyI fade inI fade outI reach for a hand that melts away into my own little atmosphere o...

the search for answers

But only finding more questions in the silence...

Sitting on the front porch swing Rocking to and fro Lost in her thoughts As the cool breeze blows, chilling her to the bone She pulls his shirt tighter around herself As she reads through their old messages Searching for answers Trying to understand the silence His scent surrounds her Not finding any reasons The tears stream down her cheeks Leaving them to stain As she closes her eyes tight Not knowing or understanding Ho...

January 17th,  Dear Diary,I've had to let Darcy go.As much as I hate it, I wasn't getting any better with her. I could tell she resented me for the pain I caused. I deserved all of it, of course. But I couldn't take the thought of keeping her caged in unhappiness when she deserved to be someone's one and only. To be someone's dearest love and not just my "second choice."  After I succumbed to my foolish weaknesses, our re...

Reflection v.2

A short sad poem I came up with.

I stand alone on a white sandy beach.The night sky looking down on me,as The stars sparkle above like a diamond in the rough.The moonlight shines down reflecting of off the calm sea night sea. I lower my head to look down into the calm sea.Looking like a mirror to seeA young old woman staring back, crying from the inside.I realize the young old woman is me. Dropping to my knees, quickly covering my face.Telling myself my...