Hylas

A random poem written in my darkest moments. Hehe

Whispers by Hylas If I die today, bring me not to heaven, Nor drag me down to hell, But bring me to my beloved, So I may whisper the words, I've never had the heart, To tell him in life I love you forever... AN: Short, I know. Hehe. I remember how wretched I was when I wrote this though. It seems such a long time ago now. This was the time I found out my crush had somehow acquired a girlfriend, LOL (Tiff, you know who I'm talking about). I'm over it, but th

A man witnesses the dance of river nymphs.

The wings of night enfold the land, In velvet drapes of darkness, Morpheus alights with a gentle hand, And sleep invades the forest Silver gleams the trees of spring, Reaching for the radiant moon, Songbirds dream as crickets sing, Deep into nocturnal noon Come hither to the water's edge, Where the reeds choke the shallows, And thither are the clumps of sedge, Where dart the argent minnows Halcyons guard their earthen nests, Arrows wrought of darkest blue, Willows

A boy running away from a life of comfort in a search for acceptance. A young man struggling with loneliness in a small town. Fate had woven their threads into a tapestry of laughter and tears. And love will blossom on what started as a chance encounter... on a park bench. I AM SORRY BUT THIS STORY WILL BE PUT ON HOLD FOR A WHILE. :

A job at a cafe. Sounds easy enough, Bryan thought. At least it's better than working at a supermarket like he originally planned. He stared out at the passing scenery, only half listening to Matt who was filling him on Emerett's history as he drove. It was a pretty town. A population of slightly less than a thousand, it's economy was mainly rooted in livestock and farming. Houses with uniform light blue roofs, clean streets, and a stunning backdrop of the Rockies. Trees dotted the side of th

Bryan burrowed deeper under the pillows, soft and warm from the brilliant yellow sunlight streaming through the windows. His bare feet were poking out of the sheets, and he drew them back in and sighed in comfort. Dreamily he noticed that the vague smell of the bed was slightly different. Not that he was complaining, it was pleasant in an intangible way. His back was slightly damp from sweat. It was getting just a mite hotter than was comfortable as more sunlight streamed into the room. His e

Bryan clutched his backpack closer at a gust of bitterly cold autum wind. He picked his way through the leaf-strewn paths carefully. As far as he could tell, the park was deserted, pitch black under the starless sky except for a few pools of illumination from the feeble lamps here and there. He'd wandered through the town of Emerett earlier and he'd judged it to be reasonably safe enough. A nice, backwater town where everyone probably knew each other. No weirdos, no hobos...nothing he'd have to

When people do not seem to understand that they are hurting you.

Forgive the blessed, for they are innocent. Unknowing of their blunder, Indiscriminate with their curses, And as such know not good from evil. Forgive the young, for they are still foolish. Unseasoned by winters, Unwounded by battles, And as such know not of the keen edges of their swords. Forgive the gods, for they see only the tops of the clouds. Ignorant of the earth, Blessed with eternal sun, And as such have never known rain. Forgive the beautiful peop

What do you do when the love of your life finds the love of his life? Letting go is not that easy when you're letting go of the last of your dreams with him. When you know that nothing like this will happen to you ever again.

I love him. I love Tom more than anything else. That’s why I didn’t say anything. We had been together for three years now. The best three years of my life. Probably the best three years of my life ever. That’s not something you throw away that easily. Especially when it’s him… and it’s me. You see, I’m not exactly in his ‘league’, if you get what I mean. Tom is beautiful… and more. Sensitive, thoughtful, loving, kind, funny, vulnerable, confident, everything anyone could ever

I used to think that sunbeams were beautiful...

I used to think that sunbeams were beautiful, The motes of dust dancing chaos in celebration Of vanquishing the gloom with light. And then I opened my eyes, And saw only the arrogance of illumination, And the frozen breath that curls through the shade, Where whispers the most primeval of all my fears, That mindless terror of utter dark, But it is not that of my heart. I had nothing to be afraid of, for the fear is theirs. For they are puny, the light is mightier, And they

Kyle found out he was gay at 13. Now 23 and independent, he's still a virgin in all sense of the word - never been kissed, never had sex, and never shared his soul. Little did he know, his world was about to turn upside down. He meets Shawn - tall, muscular, handsome, smart, funny... everything he had ever looked for in a guy. Except for one thing - Shawn has a girlfriend.