I've seen my life in the bottom of a bottle, through the eyes of a girl.

A life lived in fear.

During many a war, people lived in fear of persecution and even death.

History teaches us about these struggles. About people who want nothing more than to live a life of their choosing.

The revolutionary war, world war II, The Spanish crusades. We identify with the oppressed and vilify the oppressor. We say.." Never again". Today a good friend of mine who's gay and always convinced everyone dislikes or hates him. I asked him laughing " Every one loves you, why are you always so on guard?". He said" I have to be careful who I let in.. Some people don't care that you've never hurt them, wronged them in any way." He continued" I have to protect my partner and myself. If I'm not careful and the wrong people find out we aren't like them.." " Our house could be burnt down or we could be beaten in an alley somewhere, So I constantly guard myself." This floored me. I never even considered what it must be like to live in constant fear of persecution. What if I had to hide the fact that I had blue eyes or liked ... Meatloaf! If I didn't i might be beaten or worse. How far have we come as a society when that kind of thing exists next door. I'm not saying you have to agree with my liking of meatloaf lol. But to want to hurt me because of it... This person is truly a good man and it saddens me to think he lives like this.

If we hate good people because of their color, creed, religious beliefs or sexual orintation... We will all be bitter and alone.

Words by Sharra.

I think every relationship has its share of problems and traits that are undesirable to the other party.

Maybe, rather than trying to get our partner to see our perspective, we should love them enough to see theirs..

Sharra Dawn

Perfect

Never to be mine, yet I long to see you shine.

I hope all it takes is friendship and time.

Mired in doubt, self pity and pain.

Your joy has been dampened by life's unruly rain.

You claim that your "broke" damaged and torn.

The fabric of you is jagged and shorn.

You mend and you weave with threads made of air

Then fall back apart as if the stitches were never there.

If only you'd be the you that I see, buried inside so vibrant, alive.

The seas, they would calm, you're pain would be gone.

You're sailing would be, as smooth as could be.

This tempest you face was you all along. You punish yourself for imaginary wrongs.

You battle and rage in your own self built cage. While holding the key you beg to be free.

Forgive yourself.

God made you this way, perfect, for whatever role you must play.

So let in the light and give up the fight.

The villains been caught, this battles for naught.

You're loved and adored by friends and more, family and god a veritable hoard!

So join us and see, the person you'll be, when you open the lock and see what we see.

I think i will go to bed early tonight.

Escape to that phantasmagoric playground in my head.

A place that oddly makes more sense than this one...

Amongst the least of us.

I cried.

It felt wonderful and terrible all wrapped up in a giant box of pity.

Its been almost 10 years since I've"let it all out"

I don't really know what prompted it, a friend without judgement?

Maybe the dam just reached critical mass.

Years living as an "emotionless robot" finally took their toll?

I dived into the emotional turmoil and bathed in its tumultuous waters.

All to a friend I've known for about 6 months.

Is it chance that we met?

That we formed an instant bond?

Or proof of a divine influence.

Maybe we all have purpose, regardless of what the zealots might tell you.

A man living outside "Gods plan" Working for him nonetheless.

The idea of me.

You fell in love with an idea.

A man strong and true, filled with morals, kindness and virtue.

You liked that i'm safe, you liked that I'm there.

Whether I'd come home to you each night, you never had to care.

I respected your mind, your thoughts and your dreams.

For you though the grass, next door was more green.

You constantly searched, explored and you yearned.

As i waited each time for your inevitable return.

You never looked to see why i'd wait. Why when you left, it would never breed hate.

It was love in my heart, that constantly burned. Your happiness and joy was my sole concern

I waited one time, then twice and then three.

The pain that it caused, you may never see.

The fire in my soul may never be quenched, but this time's for good, my heart won't be wrenched..

I gave you my all.

You gave it right back.

You called me duck that couldn't even quack!

So now we move on, towards opposite poles. All that is left, are a few ashy coals.

Someday you'll see, that the idea of me, was something to value and i gave it for free.

Emotionless beast

You claim i'm a robot.

That I analyze, instead of feel.

You say I lack passion, my love isn't real.

I look, sound and act like a normal human, but you say "you must be from another planet"

What makes me less human than you? The fact that I would never knowingly hurt you?

The fact that I spent ten years helping raise a troubled child that was never my own?

Maybe its because I never beat you or belittled you.

These are the things that make me "an emotionless robot"? less than human.?

If this is whats required... Maybe I don't want to be human after all..

Used and abused.

It's funny how we know people in our life so well...

Today I get a text from the ex, small talk about who won last weeks poker game what our rockband group was called..

I knew from the moment she started texting, she wanted something.

So I waited and sure enough, "I have a big favor to ask, You probably won't do it."

With "white knight" syndrome in full swing I ask "whats that".

She wants me to go to my doctor get a refill on my pain pills, and give them to her, for her "monthly cramps".

I get them because I have two fractured vertebra. But she knows I very rarely take them.

I don't mind helping out, but this seems a little ridiculous to ask your ex whom you cheated on to help you obtain pain pills not prescribed for you...

Mybox Chadwick

I've known you for months, yet years we have shared.

A friend fast and true?

I don't know. Nor do I care.

You've seen more of me than anyone knew existed.

You're melodramatic, you live life with a flair.

Your up and your down your emotions spin round.

But its backed with truth and kindness, you truly care.

You listen without judgment. Your eyes never waver.

You wipe the tears from my eyes, The only man to ever see me cry.

Friend for life, or angel passing through.

It matters not, I'll always love you for you.

Just us

My fingers caress your body.

It rises to my touch, electric.

Every brush elicits a sigh, a moan.

I brush my lips against you and taste your need, your want, your anticipation.

Teasing with my tongue, building your climax.

Watching you let go.

Flowing with the feeling, forgetting the world around us.

I need to be inside you, but I wait, the sweet torture only builds my arousal.

I feel the rippling pleasure as my hands roam over your writhing body and you reach your peak.

Your eyes dart open filled with satisfaction.. And need. You want me.

Your hands pull me up to you, urgent with the need to feel me inside you.

As I slowly join with you, we build a rhythm.

Giving and taking.

You pulse around me, grabbing my hips, pulling me deeper.

Nearing release, I greedily plunder your mouth with my tongue. You tease me with yours.

I can finally take no more and sink deep inside you, releasing all I am.

We collapse on the bed tangled in crumpled sheets, Just holding each other.

Soft caresses leaving a tingle on our spent bodies.

Our thirst quenched, our hunger sated,the world leaves for a time

and its just us.

I wonder.

We played a joke on ourselves.

We made up a life for a laugh.

Played house!

A temporary jest!

Yet I haven't the will to end it.

It feels so good to live in pleasantville.

A comfort, even if only ethereal.

To pretend your wanted. To pretend you belong to someones heart.

My soul aches for it to be real, feeds on it as if it were.

Yet it's dying of thirst and drinking sand.

Only intensifying the need, the longing, the desire.

I've often looked into the night sky and sent my thoughts spinning through it.

Staring into infinity, its easy to let your mind wander.

I think about the time I've spent on this planet.

The people I've interacted with. The deeds, good and bad, I've done.

And I stare... Into a fathomless depth of stars.

I come to realize.. I mean nothing,

Dream

I'm stuck in a dream.

It makes no sense.

If you know its not real, why can't you wake.

In this dream I hold you, feel your skin against mine. Your scent fills my mind and my thoughts of reality fade to a dim point of light.

I know its not real..

It may be a dream.

But I'd rather not wake.

In this moment

If I listened wihout hearing.

If I spoke without meaning.

If I looked and never saw..

I would never have heard sorrow, never inflicted pain and never seen heartbreak.

And never had love...

So I listen, even if I dont want to hear whats said.

I speak, with purpose and meaning.

And I see you.

The Lords Prayer...

I pray in hollow tradition… Our father who art in Heaven…

The words fall from my lips, meaningless to my heart. A prayer as easily remembered as a lovers smile

And just as often taken for granted!

Why have you forsaken me?

Is this my question to god?

Or is this Gods question to me?

Hallowed be they name?

Often praised. More often cursed.

Responsible for peace, blamed for war

God

Are you there?

Have you forgotten us?

Or have we forgotten you.

Wrecked

I shiver alone in my bed, tossing and turning

Trying to rid myself of the demons with faces so familiar

They all look like you they becon and call.

Thier voices so sweet and alluring

The sirens call anchors me deep in a lake of despair.

Gasping for air I strugle against the bonds that hold me tight.

Memories of you stronger than any steel chain or cell.

How can I escape I have not the will.

where do you start, how do you begin to rebuild the wreckage of me.

Time

A severing of ties, destiny untwined

Our lives seperated our past far behind

Time is the enemy ploding and slow

My only companion but also my foe

Memories slip and fade into night

as your slowly erased bit by bit from my life

The pain starts to dull the hurt to recede

No longer, no more my despair I will feed

Rise to the light out of the shade look into the sky

on this glorious day

My life is my own and theres much left to live

My Love will be mended once more I will give

My enemy I see was always my friend

Its slow plodding steps gave my heart time to mend

Now I rejoice in life as it were

No longer haunted by memories of her

One Single Tear Drop

One single tear drop will fall from my eye.The Pain is so bad I wish I could die.

One single tear drop cut from the rest , falls from my cheek a love laid to rest.

One Single tear drop a part of my soul, desperatley shed to try and save the whole.

One single tear drop a thief in the night, robs me of sleep till dawns early light.

One single tear drop will crash to the floor, my soul gives a sigh my heart gives a roar.

One single tear drop salty and hot, a glistening monument to loves battle fought.

One single tear drop to douse loves light, smoldering and dead now lost in the night.

Now it is done, I will cry no more, than one single tear drop on loves ocean shore.