Love is an Emotion Love is just an emotion,Love is the feeling we feel in our heart,Love is the feeling we know with our thoughts,Friendship, a companion on our journey,The one who always knows, who always cares,The one who dares to challenge, who dares to push and to compete,Happiness, the sexual attraction of the physical,A chemical, a physical motion, a reaction within usLove is many things, many thoughts, a mental exercisePain, it hurts us, gives us grief and guilt,It divides and separates, jealousy always lingering,Love damages and kills and love destroys and separates,Forgiveness, dedication, profound and everlasting,Love makes u
The Last Day Of the World The sun set on the last day of the world.The orange glow faded to a blood red and the evening light drained from the greens and blues of the rolling landscape. Slowly, the blood red deepened to a boding and deep purple, which in turn deepened and darkened to a pitch black.There were no stars that night. The sky laid black an empty, the impossible magnitude and size of the bare sky pressing down upon the hills, trees and streams.No one was there to see the last day of the world, no bird or beast was there to witness the final sun disappearing into the sea far in the west. The cold water of the vast Atlantic Ocean ate the glowing ball, th
Spirals on the Window A boy sits by himself on the wide bench at the back of the bus, his head gently resting against the ice cold glass of the fire escape window. He looks out upon the grey world as it whisks by him, thinking on nothing more than the intricate pattern the blobs of rain are making just a centimetre from his face.A flash of colour awakens him from his meticulous studying and he sees the flapping red coat of a young girl riding past him on her bike. The bus had stopped at a station and moaning and groaning passengers were getting on, their plastic macs and long coats dripping tiny streams on the worn plastic floor.With a mechanical shudder and a
In the Tavern "Yer pint," said the barman, plonking the tankard down on the rough wooden bar, causing the large head of bitter froth to spill slightly.The grizzled old man that picked up the beer grunted his thanks and chugged down half of his drink. He placed the tankard back on the bar and wiped his foam covered beard with the back of his sleeve.It was late evening and the tavern was very quiet, the dreadful weather outside no doubt putting some locals off coming for a drink. A couple of old timers sat at a table in the corner with a game of Lochata on the table in front of them, the dank light in the room casting strange shadows on the creased and l
The Living Dead Thunder crashed overhead, the terrifying sound rebounding for what seemed like an age between the buildings of the squat and tumbled down village. Very few buildings remained standing, and those that did were of the leering and foreboding type, their windows and doors squinting and glaring out into the dark world around them.The storm had been raging for nearly two weeks now, the rain never stopping, the thunder never ceasing and the once lush green ground was now a brown and fetid mess of mud and dank water.The people of this small village didn't care about the weather. They didn't care about the cold and the never ending twilight.They
The Last In the greyA lonely twisted hand reaches for the sky They say there were stones from creatures as brilliant a white as its skinThey say there were creatures tall to reach the tips of its twisted fingers They say the lands were lush the colour of its wispy patchy hair They say it was once not alone huddling together, whispering to th
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