Ocean Side – The Stories in Between

Quietly I lay beside

A stricken moon beam, at ocean side

Feel it breaking, tremble inside

Do you hear me cry the oceans tide

 

Can you hear me

Can you see me

 

I feel you breaking

A silent fracture, Torn in time

Are you beside me

Reaching for that, Which you can’t find

 

Wait for me

It all ends soon, I promise you

Walk beside me

Hand in hand to the ocean’s moon

 

Can you hear me

Can you see me

Can you feel me

 

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Harpers Ferry – The Stories In Between

We used to dance

In Harpers Ferry

We used to sing

And dream out loud

 

But it’s all quiet now

Since they hung John Brown

 

And I’m never gonna leave

 

There’s no queen anymore

And the rivers all run dry

It’s so hot down here

Since the winters last good bye

 

Please don’t leave me

In Harpers Ferry

‘Cause here some things they float

And some things they fall

 

Now my blue eyes

Have turned to grey

And these words I write

Have lost their meaning

 

But I’m never gonna leave

No I’m never gonna leave

Harpers Ferry

 

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Introducing: The Stories In Between – Mirror

Fucking mirror.

I have no desire to look at myself right now. But I can’t help but look. Each time, for just a moment during the approach, maybe, maybe this time, something will be different. But it’s not. It’s all the same. I can’t find a way to get away from this, it’s always the same. There has to be something that can carry me from this place, something more has to be waiting . . . it’s just too hard to accept that this is all there is. Where is the hope? Surely it doesn’t lie in all this.  I don’t care how deep you dig, nothing of any value lives here. And I’m sure, soon, you’ll give up. It’s too much work. It’s not worth it. I’m not worth it.  But please, before you walk away, look at my face one last time.

How careless is all this? How many things have we dropped along the way? Sometimes we step over and other times we just step on. Have you looked at your shoes lately? There may be more than gum on your soul. If you found a way beneath these layers can you accept what’s exposed? This is all for you but can you take it?

The mirror tells no lies. Well, maybe a few, but there’s enough truth in there that we can dismiss the lies. How else can you see the lines and darkness beneath the eyes? Who could ever look at yourself in the way you can? It takes a lot sometimes but other times, not much at all.

Because sometimes it really doesn’t matter. And other times it truly does matter but we just don’t give a shit.

Fucking mirror.

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Life is pretty good these days. But that doesn’t mean I don’t remember. It’s quite easy, too easy, to slip back to what once was, realizing it still is. I have the knowledge that there is an underlying hope in all this, which is one of the greatest gifts the years have given me. So the question remains, are you willing to expose that which lies in between? – The Stories In Between