Hey Readers And Authors

The blog has been slow for a little while now. Which is alright. I am aware that busy times will stop many of us all from posting works. Which is alright as well. In fact I have been very busy as of late with preparations to move to the Western Shore. I myself have not even looked at the blog for a week or so. I have not given up though on our community we started. And the point of this post is to tell you all not to give up either. There is no limit to how long this blog can last. I am so happy with everything on here and it remains very inspiring to me to continue my own creations. I hope you all will do the same. Keep on creating! Much love to you all.

Unfamiliar Footfalls Pt. 3

After staring into the darkness in terror for a while I built up the courage to go to the doorway. I peered into the blackness for a second and shut the door. The temperature in my room slowly became normal again. I went back to my bed and layed down. This couldn't be Daddy messing with me, he wouldn't take the time to try to scare me like this.

I rested my head back on my soft pillow and thought. All the while I had my eyes glued to the bedroom door. I woke in the morning realizing I had dozed off. I was exhausted, but the events of last night still swarmed questions in my head. Mommy was cooking breakfast, and the smell of bacon and eggs got me out of bed and into the kitchen.

Should I tell Mommy about what had happened? I was sure that if i said anything she would just blow it off as nonsense. I decided to keep my mouth shut. After breakfast I spent most of my day outside in the dry heat, anything to stay away from Daddy's abuse. He was drinking and angry today, he and Mommy were fighting. This was my only escape.

Nightfall finally came and I anticipated the worst from what I thought to be some ghostly apparition. Daddy wasn't a worry at the moment, he had gotten wasted and left the house for the night and I could hear Mommy in her room crying from the days events. I didn't know how I could help her or what to say to make things better. Words couldn't make things better right now. I stayed in bed for hours waiting for the encounter I had the previous night. There was nothing. It was a peaceful night.

Forbidden Love- With wisdom of age

IN REPLY TO A YOUNG WOMAN

That was beautiful, and sad,
and true.
I was a poet once,
but long ago.
The words have run together for me now,
like water colors in the rain.

Too many hurts to feel,
too many tears to conceal,
too many nights of pain.

You are a mirage to me,
a phantom always just beyond my reach.
An ageing man's fantasty-lost youth.

I feel the years in my movements these days.
When I let my guard down.
My eyes are darkening,
the blackness of a waning life.

Fifty isn't so bad, the younger folks tell me.
"Yeah", I say.
Try it.

I don't want to toss this aside,
but I will put it away.
A treasured book,
placed lovingly bacck in its place,
on the shelf from whence it came.

With a smile,
and a tear,
"Goodbye", my dear.

Forbbiden Love-A youth's perspective

TO AN OLD MAN:

I don't want to say goodbye,
I'm dependent on you.
I take a breath to sigh,
I know I'm not addicted.

You've been my friend,
but more importantly my dearest.
The one to help me mend,
working through my broken past.

I don't dare say those three words,
although they try to escape my lips.
Should I cut the cords,
that tie me to you.

I cannot get you out of my head,
your words swarm my mind.
I'm afraid I'll feel dead,
if I let you go.

I know I'm asking for you to risk too much,
your family; your life.
Just for a simple touch,
a soft kiss at night.

I'm so confused about you,
where this should go.
What should I do,
I cannot seem to hide.

I push you away from me,
harsh words tell lies.
Maybe I'm just to blind to see,
I'd prefer an angry to a sad "goodbye."

I guess deep down I know the truth,
that you and I will never be.
Maybe my youth,
is why I believe.