"Summer will never come for some of us..."
This poem only available on Lush Stories The grey skies of the morning howl the dawn’s awakening screams;The lacklustre pearl scuds across the moors of my dead hopeAs the wind claws my hair from the band that holds it back.I...
"Each lunch she hopes she will meet the man of her dreams"
She dines in early afternoon— stirs coffee with a monotonous hand and stares about the room. She watches as she sits alone— a decimal point among the moving figures knowing she’s unknown. She looks into the faces with a stare—...
"A stolen red vest transforms a lonely man who meets a lonely woman in a bar and sparks fly"
Chester suddenly stopped sweeping. He leaned the broom against the bin of sheetrock screws, hung the dust pan on the hook by the paint brushes and turpentine, leaving the pile of dust and debris in the middle of the wooden...
"My heart wanted to talk again, and my brain allowed it."
Am I a fool?A fool for love,Or do I not even know?I feel low,I'm plankton on a food chain.Inexperienced,Unknown,To the world of love.A hopeless romantic,Waiting,Watching.Never a word,Escaping my foolish lips.But as I wait,And as I long,In the wind,I hear a...
"Desperate is the lonely night."
Darkness falls to emptiness. The light is growing dim. My mind will soon be on call. With thoughts that are so grim. All alone in the night. My bed does feel so big. Trying to get some warmth. Through my...