Tag Archives: Life

Stormchaser

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When your’re out in a Storm

When the weather closes in around you

And the ferocious winds turn against you

When the rain falls likes bullets to hurt you

And thunder deafens like cruel words

Along with its lightning continuously trying to shock you

I will be there

Your hand in mine

To help you to shelter

Find the calmness after every storm

I’m the relief in the burst of sudden sun rays

The bandage for all your wounds

Il silence the thunder into peace and birdsong

I am the earth that absorbs the lightning

I will hold you tight

I will see you right

It’s You

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I long for your caress

As my iced heart now positively thaws for you

I crave for your touch

As the hairs on my skin

Knowingly Awaken for you

I pine for your kiss

As the ghost of your lips

Search, as mine do for you

I yearn for your words

As my heart throbs a new beat in rhythm for you

I ache for your embrace

As my body resets to be completely and only for you

I hunger for your companionship

As my mind that wandered

Now has direction straight to you

And I desire your passion for me

As I wait ever so patiently to be with you

A Simple Blizzard

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A piercing, white blizzard had arrived, and everything familiar had all but vanished.

That’s all Joel had noticed in 3 seconds of eye-lash laden observation, shortly before his body yanked him backwards; his deadweight dropping him to a soft land.

It seemed for a while yet, he should remain foetal.

The Last Moon on the Left (excerpt)

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The bizarre kettle-shaped spaceship, suddenly turns off its powerful engine of raging bubbles. Now, both young boys listen intensly, to the slow, muted, thud of footsteps… from the creepy bottom step… to the agonisingly close and creaky top step of the stairs.

But it’s soon after those footsteps stop, after the deathly silence they create, when something that sounds as light as a balloon, and travelling in the unnatural breeze of the night; bumps innocently light, then mysteriously heavier (again and again) onto the exposed floorboards of the landing.

Luke (the younger ) suddenly remembers that in the most recent past, he had found ‘the landing’ very confusing, because nothing that he was aware of… until now, had ever landed there.