Far across the horizon
There lies a place
Which is far beyond the reach
Of even our imagination
A place immortalized in a song as
‘Somewhere over the rainbow’
I’d like to go there sometime
Someday
One day
Maybe
In the bleakest of days
When everything seems to go wrong
There comes a moment
The most sudden of moments
A point in time
Brief though it maybe
That an answer to all your worries
Presents itself right before your eyes
But then it
Can anyone truly fathom the depths of being alone?
I guess not if you’ve never been in that state before
The seemingly endless days of being by yourself
Trapped in your own small senseless sanity
Has anyone truly been happy alone, I wonder
If I ask a hermit, what do you think he’ll say?
Or would my presence affect him somehow
His monotonous loneliness broken
If people were meant to be together
Why are there people alone?
Me and you, you and me as one
Wi
More means less
When understanding
Lacks
Over and over
Yet still the same
Knowledge is beyond
Grasp
Tossing, turning
Frustratingly damning
Whoever said
Older means wiser?
First a thought
Then another
Before long
A thousand thoughts
In one small vessel
Wondering what
Happened
How did this
Happen?
Tired of thinking
Introspection
Became
Self-litigation
It’s a win-lose
Situation
Tried to be busy
Worked for a while
Wo
Heart pounding, shallow breaths
I think of you from deep within
Legs hurt, feet numb
I ran toward the Light
The more I ran
The farther It gets
I stumbled forward
And broke my nose
Blood gushing, teary-eyed
Got on my feet and started again
Wobbly steps, blurred vision
Like a sentient being, the Light beckoned
Memories of you came
Our happy days together
And the day the Light first arrived
You were taken in Its bosom
Screaming lov
Hi guys. Not sure if this is the right place to post this. Really need help with the the development of a storyline. Basically, I'm wondering if a person can get drunk so much that he won't know who he had sex with? I don't drink so I really wouldn't know.
I'm thinking the drunk guy knows he had sex, but he could only remember snapshots of the actual deed. As for the mystery guy, he feels he knows him but couldn't place him exactly. Is this storyline believable?
Thanks in advance.
John
Mich... “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I am an insensitive prick.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
As I spoke more words asking for forgiveness, Mich turned more pensive. Looking at him, I felt the urge to comfort him. I wanted to hug him, let him know he wasn’t alone. I’m here.
A slight wind blew. Mich closed his eyes and I distinctly saw a single tear fell down his face. Letting go of my inhibitions, I laid beside him close enough for our shoulders to be pressed together.
“Mich, I—” Befo
Hey RC, I should be the one thanking you for reading. Glad you like the story so far. Hope you still do in the coming chapters. Thanks for reading and taking the time to review
Hey Agaith,Thanks for the review. I'm glad Coop and Mich are together too. Hope they can help each other.As for more, well I'll try to write or at least pretend that what I do is write
Sorry for making you wait. I'm dealing with some insecurities right now which makes me doubt a lot of things. But I'm glad you seem to like this chapter. I wasn't entirely sure about posting it Thanks for reviewing.
What are you boys doing? Grandpa's words rang in my ears.
I wanted to look away from Grandpa but couldn’t. His eyes—so much like Mich’s, yet I gazed at them in a different way. When I peered at Mich’s eyes, I longed to know what was going on in his head. With Grandpa, right now, I really didn’t want to know. Something about them freaked me out.
Briefly, my gaze moved toward Mich. His head was lowered—ashamed at being caught? Look up, look at me. My heart sank lower when he didn’t
Hey Sam,
Sorry for not keeping in touch. Glad I was able to read your poem. Thanks very much for sharing. I enjoyed reading this one for its flow. Congrats
For the first time, I looked at Mich without fear of being caught. His cheeks further reddened to the point of being… unnatural. I didn’t care, he started this, right? He could have let me walk away, but he had to go kiss me. Those damned lips! Those damn lips. I wonder what he’d do if I kiss him?
“Stop it already.” He didn’t seem irritated. Instead, he sounded embarrassed. Cute.
“I’m not doing—”
“Hell you’re not. I feel like a fish in an aquarium or an animal in the zoo the way you’re