Monday, February 25, 2013


I sit in the darkness,
Paralyzed with fear-
Not knowing whether I sleep alone.
My skin is scorching,
My blood is boiling,
I hold my breath-
Panicking, sweating, I do not move.
Using whatever energy I have,
I try to find courage to sit up.
To sit up and find that I am utterly alone.
Quickly, my blood cools, my skin finds a breeze, I breathe.
I get up and leave my chambers;
For when I return I go stiff-
My fears are confirmed-
I am not alone.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Impenetrable Soul

I look outside-
I see the light.
I step outside-
I feel the warmth.
Though the warmth does not penetrate,
Through the ice that has formed inside.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Light At The End Of The Tunnel

I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I could walk straight ahead and be surrounded by light.
I started walking but I stopped.
Alone and scared in the tunnel;
Succumbed by its darkness, I hovel in the corner;
Knees up, face buried- I think.
I peek up and yearn to be at the end of the tunnel.
What's holding me back?
I stand up and try to stride on.
Fists balled at my sides, I stare.
I walk forward, then backwards, then forward again.
I freeze- looking at the orb of light that I want to surround me.
I stand there and look on- yearning.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


Hey. so this is a new poem. It came to me the other night. I don't know if it's any good but I hope you enjoy it.


A distant thought that forever lurks-
In the bleakness of our past,
You're a winter's day;
A dreadful wind that has me shuddering,
A winter's day that promises no warmth.
But at the possibility of talking to you-
My heart finds the summer,
My body finds the fall,
and my mind finds the bitter, bitter cold.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Superbowl Sunday! 2/3/13

Hey, welcome back! Happy Superbowl Sunday! This week I'm not posting to Six Sentence Sunday; mainly because one it's now closed and two because I like posting longer excerpts. I must warn you all though. It's not dirty, but it's a steamier excerpt than what I normally post. It's from the short story I recently finished. I posted some of this last week, it's in no particular order. Just aspects that i found to be the most intriguing. Enjoy!

Hope everyone enjoys their Sunday and the post! Any type of questions or comments or anything, feel free to comment I always comment back.

It recess time and just about every student except for a select few, Jacob included, left. She was now alone in the class room. She was relieved. She heard the door open then shut, and walked to where the desks were to see who was there. It was Tristan. “You look amazing.” He said to her. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He admitted and actually looked embarrassed. Danielle was standing before him frozen then walked back to the corner by her desk.
            Tristan walked further into the room and looked at her. “Really?” She asked, slightly pacing. She looked up and saw him nod. “I can’t stop thinking about you, either.” She admitted. With that comment he walked up to her and grabbed her and began to kiss her with ignited passion. She welcomed his kiss. She wanted this and more importantly she craved and needed this. He lifted her up and she was actually grateful she decided to wear a dress.
            He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him and propped her up against the wall. Their unbridled passion was intoxicating. He pulled out his Swiss-army knife and cut off her panties. He didn’t want to let her go nor did she want him to. She knew she wanted him and she knew how completely and utterly wrong this was, but she didn’t care.
            She felt like she couldn’t stop herself from what was happening; it felt like it was out of her hands; which is a silly notion. He began kissing her neck and she groaned at his touch. In response to her groan, he leaned his hips tighter against her. She could feel his erection. The intensity between the two of them was strong and everything just seemed to be escalating higher and higher.
            He unzipped his pants and in one swift motion he was inside her. Their breathing slowed and they gazed into one another’s eyes as they moved together. All Danielle could think was how good this all felt, how right it all felt. Minutes together felt like hours. The build in her grew higher and higher until she could no longer muffle her screams. As she climaxed the bell rang. He fell into her and dropped his head to her shoulder. They both steadied their breathing and heard knocking.
            Tristan quickly zipped his pants and went to the class room door. He opened it and said allowed, “Thank you, Ms. Neil for respecting my privacy. I’ll make sure we work on those things at home.” He tried to play it off as a private meeting. A couple of the parents looked confused. Danielle’s guilt and infidelity was singing through her veins. She was so lost and confused, but it was fantastic at the same time. The rest of the evening with the remainder of the parents dragged on. She thoroughly went over the concerns with each of the parents.