Ghosts follow me through my lonely life, reminding me of what I'd left behind. Searching so long for an answer I've forgotten the question to. I have lost my future in a maze of maybes.
She spied the clock on the wall, slightly tilted, and moves to it slowly. The webs of confusion bind her thoughts. Wordlessly, she straightens time, and her life falls into place. She hears them now, their laughter floating on the breeze. She feels their presence, but does not see. A friendly hand touches her shoulder, … Continue reading Illusions–1994
You can't force me to like you. You can't make me approve of your actions or words. You can't force me to ignore the hatred surging through you. You can't make me stop loving you.
creeping silently through the jungle of my mind I hear the call of the darkness all around my heart there are thorns of protection growing inward to strangle my passion for the hunt and the thrill I feel while chasing you as I stalk and sneak creeping silently through the jungle of my mind.....
A single, silver tear rolled from her eye as lightning streaked over the mountain. A storm threatened to break around her, only slightly milder than the one within her. How she missed his embrace as they closed the door behind him, as they took him away. She never had been this alone, never … Continue reading Executioner’s Song–1995
On a clear day, when the wind blows clean, you can smell death in the air. But on a cloudy, star-filled night, the sound of love is deafening. --1991
It's close to midnight-- the Witching Hour. Candles light our way as we travel through the corridor. Cobwebs and rats' nests bar our way. The darkness closes in on us and the mist brushes tenderly against my face like ghostly fingertips. I hear the howling of the wind in the trees outside--an eerie sound that … Continue reading Autumn–1990
I feel myself falling into darkness--emptiness--and I reach for you for support. But I am falling too fast. You grab for me, but I am already beyond your reach as the ground crumbles beneath me. And I am falling through space and time. I hear you calling my name from somewhere above--or is it below-- … Continue reading The Dream–1989
Sighing softly, she looks out the window, waiting for a sign of life. There were no birds singing, no dogs barking. Winter is such a dead time. The dark skeletons of a long-sleeping grove of trees fade against a grey sky. No, she thinks. No one will come. Such is the life of the winter's … Continue reading Icy Kiss–1990
I feel the rain falling all around me as I gaze into the box. All of the letters you wrote when we were in love; all the trinkets you gave so freely at one time. I collected and kept them all. Now they're in the box. You look so confused, like you don't understand how … Continue reading Reminiscing–1990