Ivric

@Aviana 'My independence led newly awakened heart away', this line is describing my move from where I went to high school to where I went to college. In that move my past gave way to my future and the feelings that I held inside for so long could be addressed. Like so many gay youth, I was reclusive until I left home. I hope that enlightened the poem a little more. Thank you again.

@Aviana I don't mind. Which lines did you have questions on?

Sounds of a spring brook flowing, crickets chirping subsides to the songs of finches, and a familiar raspy snore awakes me from my sleep. I struggle opening my eyes, but I do not want to for I am comfortably safe in my warm bed. Through my eyelids I see the transition from black, purple, blue, green, orange, red, then finally yellow. Before I know it, the warmth of the sun eases the blankets off of my body as the evaporating sweet dew from the herb garden outside fills my lungs. The rooster

Everyday we walk through life doing double takes and reliving mirrored events that played before. But why? Keep reading and you will see...

From what I've read so far, I think that Michael has feelings for Aiden but never acted on them. I'm basing this on how Michael submitted during the fight and the comment to Ethan. Now Michael is trying to plot a scheme to break up Ethan and Aiden. So far loving the story!

Thank you.

Blindly Bleeding Within the steel cage, covering my heart. I feel rage, yet none will part. I see love, staring at me. Like a dove, soon it will flee. For past events left me frozen, steel. Trying to repent the hurt I feel. Moving forward. A new beginning. Cord hanging, just behind. Hoping. Tearing my soul, with every glance. An abyss of a hole, but in a trance. Bleeding still of every rhythm.

I know this road all too well! I just want you to know, that you are not alone in this world.

The best gift is not one that is bought, but the one from the heart! Kudos!!

@BlindAmbition Thank you for your insight. I placed these poems together because of their voice. I intend the reader to read each poem like they would enjoy a fine wine or a delicious dessert, take you time and feel the emotion of each poem before moving on the next one. @Mikiesboy Thank you! Finally Free? and Justice were my favorites to write. @Parker Owens. Thank you for your feedback. I have just finished Chapter 2 and it should be up soon. Please tell you friends. The more I learn the more I can put it back into poems and stories that I have. I have so much love for all that have taken the time to read my works. Ivric.

Fight! Rain falling, without notice men, women, young, old; scatter like roaches yet, not us, we revel in it. Innocent Summer leaves Her mark upon two souls. Sparks ignite within. We nurture it. Like disobedient children, after Winter knits her first bright blanket; dawn breaks. We cherish it. Arms around fragile hearts holding close, tasting lips, passion, heat boiling. We anticipate it.

A collection of early poerty and prose. This served as a outlet and a source of sanity in an otherwise stressful time in my life. I hope everyone enjoys these early works that have helped me become a better writer.

@BlindAmbition, what intrigues you most about this piece?

Thank you for welcoming me. I have a question. Are the works within the website copyrights of the authors or the website?

My Woe Oh cursed angel that moved me so! This person filled me with confusion and woe! That I mistook love's sweet lips touch for a veil and paradise of green lush. Instead my heart cries out Banshee melodic rhymes, my head awash in escaping happier times. Once freed soul stone-weighted in icy, tear-filled seas, ears ringing of echoes of unfulfilled pleas, yet most unsettling still joy once unwavering now stagnant, life squandering. My independence led newly awakened heart away. Family supports as fear slowly frays seeded doubt of forgotten events. Friends guide with their intentions met, but life of constant companionship yields to cluttered minds and fields unkept. Love's instant compromise comes quickly, lack of communication produces total demise. Feelings of abandonment, isolation, insecurities erode foundations; patching tit for tat, no regards, no hesitations. Aspirations of banded fingers, of forever vows, yet adulterous actions left drifts without plows. Distrust dissolves love's foundation with angered allegations leading to separation. Still, difficult are warring hopes, mixed dreams; heart, mind, soul cutting out seams of binding light, white, pure untainted into dark, noir desolate despair. Fighting, keeping one's dreams and norms sacred, unscathed to later be told your head need to reread. How can you expect to hold high esteem, your wishing star no longer beam? Thoughts of marriage alongside your missing half, however, this notion daft. Acquaintances less than our love have leapt over staffs. All the time, your fear masking laughs. Here lays the problem of my woe, age old question, "Stay or go?" Suffer well, stay, await for change; or go far, cutting ties, into unknown, strange? More I wait...hands of fate...seconds making late...chances for my soulmate...