All Posts By natywrites

Shattered

by Monday, June 4, 2012

It takes one moment To destroy the illusion; To make the disappointment Grow, and pain To become overwhelming. It takes a simple thought To begin to wonder "What's the point?" Even when tears Blur the sight And thoughts cloud the mind, Somewhere, somehow There's a light waiting to shine. Maybe then, It'll light the path out Of this darkness.

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A Modern Addiction

by Monday, March 19, 2012

The phone buzzed on the countertop, Gabby gazed at the phone from across the room and quickly walked towards it, quickly unlocking her phone and reading the latest text. “Well, what does he say now?” Priscilla asked, raising her glass and sipping the last bit of wine. She patted the couch and beckoned Gabby to sit. ...

Tale from Ancient Times

by Sunday, October 3, 2010

Hymns of triumphs sung at dawn Senses close to the world above Beneath this glory shalt he sleep A restless dream of unending greed Once the King of Heavenly Post Now a shrewd revengeful ghost From tombs of old shall power spring Rising to aid our fallen kin Tears of gold on dying land Howling Wind and Restless Sea United with thy Golden Flame Renewing that ...

Fallen Angels, Self Protectors

by Saturday, March 27, 2010

White are the robes of the sinless, White are the souls of the pure, Slowly their wings are spreading, Protecting against thy wrath. Through the sword of justice, Your whip, created of anger, comes. Through the hand of my protector, Thou cometh to stop my path. From thee I shy away, from thee I turn away. Thou wrath of despair, Is naught but a hopeless case, Senseless ...

Godmother

by Thursday, February 11, 2010

“Well, you are the oldest out of five kids,” Steven said. “I know how much you like kids and you know so much about them.”

“So?” I said, not knowing where this was headed.

“Well, we would like you to be our baby’s godmother.”

Subtly Unsubtle

by Wednesday, January 6, 2010

I looked around to watch her smile. I haven’t talked to her; but I wish I had the courage to simply go up to her and say hello. She’s never sad or angry; I don’t know how she manages to always be happy. I wish I could be like her.

I won’t lie, I do like her.

Releasing Energy

by Monday, November 23, 2009

Yet, I run.

No not to escape,
but to release all this energy I have within.

This energy that is not letting me focus.

This energy that is making my hands shake,
my face redden and the adrenaline flow through my veins.

My Little Miracle

by Sunday, November 15, 2009

I hold him in my arms, watching his small face smile. He plays with his hands, pointing and trying to talk. He laughs when I tickle him, he squirms when I have to change him. He doesn’t smile when he’s hungry, he stares at the kitchen. He holds my finger and he pulls me to see his toys, his mess, and to get something from up high. I ...