The westerlies blow like a mighty lions roar as I walked silently through the beach grass. The beach grass is the best dancer on this side of Biloxi. The grass dances as though it has something to be joyful about every day. It swiftly rises and falls on my ankles as I look towards the Gulf. Never know quite what the weathers going to down here in Mississippi. I see some small sand crabs as I walk ...
He got up to stand - his stiff muscles locking his joints into place, as they had done a million times before - and his form shifted into near-perfect military posture. He was a stone wall of a man. But this wall had suffered serious blows, and his attempts at fortifications had, over time, become inefficient, and tiny cracks in the foundation had begun to show. The sparks from the dying campfire ...
It has been fifteen years since the Quiet Revolution sent Warren Danning and his family into hiding. Escaping the chaos, the Dannings found refuge as hired hands on the ranch of Cain, a grey-haired and eccentric, former slave. In the wild lands of the Outer Territories, the family has had to learn the arts of bushcraft quickly to adapt and survive. When an old friend of Warren’s arrives one night,...
“Geez are we going to have to bring binoculars to every one of these games just to see him?”
“I guess…at least he’s not on the bench like he was last year…”
“Rob I’m serious!” Amy says frowning at her husband. “This is all because I argued about the color of the socks…I knew I should have just kept my opinions to myself…Kourtney’s son is playing 2nd base again this year.”
“Liam is a good 2nd basem...
Alone in a field
That feels like a friend
The treeline wraps around like embrace
Again
My world tell me what wrong with life
But the field shows me what right
The dew on the leaves
Or the tiny lights in the night
He tells me things nice and quiet like
Your doing alright or
Look you got it!
All while staying absolutely
Silent
He shows me things that make me smile
Like the curvy creek
Or ...
There is person who sees my Pain
When no one gets how it stain
He knows..
He watches from the back
And feel my emotions
Even we don’t talk but it’s audible
He trys to listen my thoughts
And I sometimes his
He know what it feel to be quiet and strong
Because we both are in the same track
And everytime we feel each others lack
The eye contact eats me and him
He feels the butterflies in his s...
There is hole inside that is still digging my soul
That trys to see what’s inside
But it’s insecure, so insecure to be itself
It hides my body, every part
The stomach, the legs the beauty that’s left
Beneath that surface is pain, that is still crawling, trying to eat me , give pain and let it stain
It’s trying to see me, what I am?
Who I am? And why I am?
Beneath that surface is confusion,...
The pin dropped.
“HOW _COULD_ YOU?!” Her arms flew in the air, slamming the door behind them as she took menacing steps toward him across the tiled floor.
“I didn’t know!” Hands held in surrender as he hid his face from her glare.
“How could you not know!” She seethed under her breath, suddenly remembering they weren’t the only ones in the building.
Her eyes held a fire he had only ever seen ...