Love

A musing.

Love, it's a funny thing. It can turn a single man into a pile of shivering, sobbing, quaking flesh.

I wish...

I wish I could fall asleep in your arms, I wish I could wake to your eyes, To your breath on my skin, To your lips, To the sound of our hearts beating in syncronisation,
Gold cherry

Warning

The archaeologist, her hands red with earth, finds our words buried deep within dust and dirt. They have slipped so far into the soil; they are almost archaic.
Cherry

Status

“ Karen Wells has never been happier” 8 people like this. I do not.

Girl with Blue Eyes

(Edit 4.07.2010) She never missed a trick...

Necklace

Smells and sights of lust and love, give way to the passing of time All things must pass, to return again Reincarnation, or ressurection. An endless cycle, again and again
Story of the week

Call of the Beguiled

Cheryl doesn’t do well in social situations. The fourteen year old's best friend is Nicolena, a four-foot, South American tree boa and her parents are getting divorced. What else could go wrong?

Love

Love is a cornacopia of the richest fruits Life can bring. Susceptible to each silent sound Created in the mind. To every moment when the inner peace and

Chinese-Burned Heart

You gave my heart a Chinese burn When you said you didn’t want me You made it dead and fit for an urn Because you put it so bluntly. It transformed...