Wednesday, May 17, 2017

To You--Angels, Guardians, & Soul Mates Series

The 
Crimson 
Tides,
Upon this
Shore.
You live
Here,
My 
Past.

Your 
Feet,
Upon my 
Sands.
Feel you
Here,
Walking thru
My 
Memories.

Distant 
Roar,
A hurricane 
Sounds.
Sirins blare,
A song
That brings
Me
From
My 
Myself.

Gladly
Stay,
Far from
Where  I
Should 
Be.
Off
The beaten
Path,
They say.
But 
All my
Roads,
Always lead
To
You.

Monday, May 1, 2017

My Angel--Angels, Guardians, & Soul Mates Series

Home,
Is where your 
Voice
Brings me.

The Gentle 
Vibrations,
Against my ribs,
They 
Rumble
Ache 
Still.
A feeling
I crave
To
Relive,
Again,
&
Again,
&
Again.

The Chocking
Sound,
In his 
Throat,
As he 
Walks away.
I remember
this
Still,
A passage
Of
Time.

The Air,
Across my
Chest,
A breeze
Remorseless,
Of
Everything
But 
Him.
A searing 
Relief.

Why Does
Your Spirit
Keep me
Here.
Where
I can only 
Think
Of you.

Like A Drug,
Your 
Taste 
On my 
Mouth,
Lingers.
A source 
Of survival
That 
Dies too
Fast.

The Center,
Of this place,
Comes 
To 
Me
In my
Dreams. 
The warmth,
Only
Inside
You,
Absent 
When 
You're
Gone.

Blanket Me
With 
It,
This night.
Wrap 
Around 
Me,
Your wings,
Gentle
&
Free.

Let 
The music
I hear 
In my mind,
Only 
You
Make me
Hear,
Lull 
Me 
To
Sleep,
Once
More.

For Tomorrow,
The world
Waits.
But,
With 
You 
In
My
Dreams,
Survive
Another
Day.
My 
Angel,
&
I.










Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Story--AZ Rains--A "By Josephine McRose" Series

Once,
on the river front,
in the dark,
where I liked to be,
he came.

I waited for him 
there,
so,
I suppose 
you could say,
it
wasn't 
some great 
moment.
As if it was 
fate.

Ah,
but 
that's just 
what 
it was,
tho.
wasn't it.

His face 
above me.
His eyes looking 
at me,
that.......
breath  he would
make,
that sound.

I breathed 
a sigh of relief,
or would,
if I could.
If I could feel 
air in my
lungs,
instead of water
rushing 
into 
them.

You see,
the stage,
it had a habit
of running late,
of 
being predictable,
only 
in it's ability 
to 
piss me off.

It ran fast,
& it ran slow,
only enough so 
my plans
were only that.
Plans,
& not what 
I could rely 
on. 

And yes,
I DO see the 
irony
here.
The subtle 
transference,
deflecting.
Pot calling the 
kettle 
black,
type of
defining someone else,
by 
my own 
shortcomings,
kind of
thing.

But,
I thought I knew
better,
didn't I.
That I could 
be close,
be close enough.
So
that I could 
stop it.
Stop 
the 
only thing
that 
COULD
happen,
that night.

Yes,
I know.
I've heard it all
before this.
The explanations.
The logical 
reasons.

That faith,
predictions,
premonitions.
They don't work,
they don't exist. 
They. Are. Not.
Real. 

Fine.
Then tell me why,
then.
Tell me why,
I saw him there
that night.
Why 
the winds blow 
in that direction,
why 
I see him,
outside my balcony
windows,
on the dirt 
street 
below. 

Why I know,
he will
always
be 
there.

I could tell you
why. 

But that's 
another story,
isn't it.

But,
like Sara used 
to tell me,
the beginning,
or the
end,
all depends
on,
who's telling
the story...


Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Who I Wanted To Be--Hope & Survivors Series--Fire & Ice Series

The sun shines on 
you.
The only piece
of reality
I can still
hold on to.

The caves,
that once hid
your sight 
so well 
from me,
now 
closes in,
& enfolds me,
like
a blanket.
Soft,
warm,
safe.

This Darkness,
I used to crave so,
has left me,
I'm afraid.
It's all I've known,
what will I 
live for
now.

The Light,
they lied about that,
too,
didn't they,
the way it lies
in front of me
now.
It seemed so 
real,
back then,
the Possibilities.
The Truth.

It's not what they 
said it would 
be,
you know.
The Place,
between where I know,
& where they 
say,
I should be.

That......
perfect place,
between 
now & then.
Between......
here & 
there,
between 
where I feel safe,
& where I should feel at
home.
But I don't belong there.

Or,
I think I don't,
or 
I never did before.
Now,
I don't know for sure.
Not anymore.
If I've become......
finally.....
settled..........
or just....
tired,
worn down.
Edges smoothed out.
Creases washed 
away.

But does that make me
what you wanted,
or 
did it just make 
me
something I never wanted
to be.

Have I pleased myself,
or you.

Have I forgiven 
what I was,
or 
have I just 
let myself
forget.

What will I do,
when I don't know
what I've 
become.
I don't know 
anymore.
But,
I think I know
what I was.
What I am now.
And,
hopefully,
what I will become
someday,
will be someone
I can say
is who I wanted to
be,
too. 

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Chasing You--AZ Rains Series--Angels, Guardians, & Soul Mates Series

The soft sounds,
of 
his breath,
on 
mine.

The picture,
I kept 
of 
you.
I look at
it,
still.

I wait,
each night,
&
talk 
quietly
to myself.
Because I know,
that,
if I don't
do 
something,
to keep
my 
mind sane,
I may
never know,
if it's
really 
you,
or 
me.

I walk,
down these stairs,
echos
on the floor boards,
dripping
down the walls,
they 
feel as real,
as you do,
in my 
arms.

And so,
I must,
once 
again,
realize I may
never 
know.
What part of 
me,
reaches
our for you,
to tame 
the thirst 
I see
in you.
Or,
if it's just 
me,
my cluttered mind,
seeking solace,
in a task
I can understand,
the game
of 
chasing
you. 


Friday, February 24, 2017

With You--AZ Rains Series--Angels, Guardians, & Soul Mates Series

The edges,
this is where
you'll find 
her.
Where
he lies,
breathing 
just beneath
the surface.

The surface,
where she knows
she should 
be.
That is only
where
she sometimes
wanders,
on nights
she can't sleep.

And so,
you will find her
here,
with me,
on pages,
lost long ago.
In the margins,
on the tips 
of a pen,
where she 
knows
she'll 
find him.

The stories,
they write themselves,
don't they.
The story 
of who they
are,
what they've 
become.

My salvation,
your fantasy.
Their test,
of my sanity,
her 
existence,
his
faith,
I find them
there.

The sounds,
of 
echos,
their voices,
in my 
head.
That's what I 
hear,
when I sit 
here.
That 
repeating
pattern,
of love,
courage.
Pain. 

THIS,
this is who I 
am.
Them.
I.
Am.
Them.

And they,
are 
me.

So, 
here 
we 
go 
again.
The beautiful
lullabye,
the peace I feel,
when I feel
you.
Close to me,
once again. 

Their embrace,
the sirin call,
the future
I can 
see 
from here.
The one
they promise
me.
The one 
I choose
to 
believe,
is true.

The one,
where
always
end up,
with 
you. 

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Ever With You--AZ Rains Series

Your touch,
&
breath 
upon my face.
The gentle 
sands
of this
place,
upon my skin.
These things still
remind me 
of 
you.

The call
hear,
as I set 
my 
feet
upon this
sacred
ground.
These too,
remind me
of
you.

The shallow
shore,
the desert 
escape,
the 
sounds
of nothing
but 
you.
This too,
reminds me
of
you.

My breath,
as it
is
escaping 
my own
body,
ceases 
to 
exist,
lest 
I
forget
to
think
of 
you.

These memories,
forgotten
in 
time,
shall warm
me,
&
still,
I can't 
help
but 
think 
of 
you.

The photograph
you 
left me,
stays 
with me
now,
still,
as it 
did,
when we
were
brand
new.
I never lets 
me
forget,
that I
will
always
think
of
you.

Your voice,
a steady
stream,
of 
what once 
was,
when I was
we.
The glossy
texture 
of time
past,
will keep
me
here,
ever with
you. 

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Home--Monsters Series--Fire & Ice Series--Hope & Survivors Series

The Beast Inside,
this is 
the one
she always
knew.

Was it 
wrong,
to tell a child
that was
 who she
was,
that
it
had already 
been 
decided
by 
fate.
She wonders
still.

Could 
that 
monster inside
be
something
she could
ever
be rid
of. 
She still 
didn't 
know.

But,
it really
doesn't matter,
though,
does 
it.
It's who 
she 
is. 
Who she 
will 
always 
be.

Ah,
but,
there it 
is. 
Fate,
destiny.
Cause,
effect.
Nature,
nurture.
Who she 
really
is,
Who she
might 
someday
be.

Oh,
don't be 
fooled,
by 
her...
need,
to be 
more.
Or even,
the hope
that she will
be 
less.
It's 
still inside.

It waits,
for 
the moments
it 
needs 
her again.
For 
when she
calls 
it home. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

Like She Knew--"The Chair" Series--Guardians & Chosen Ones Series--Hope & Survivors Series


She would
simply
tell
you,
how could
she
explain
to someone
that
couldn't
understand.

Oh,
she knew
it
wasn't entirely
normal,
to have him
here
with her.

She realized
this
early one.
Knew
it wasn't
this way
for
everyone.

Knew
that,
her Guardian
stayed close
by.
Was
in her
room with
her,
when other
little girls
&
boys
were out
to play,
to tease,
to be
silly,
& waste
her
time.

She
was
here.

Never alone.

But
how could
they
understand,
as they
looked
at
her.
So thin,
so
frail.
Feeling sorry
for
her
even.
That
she always
seemed
to
play
alone.

But that's
not the
way
he
saw her.
Strong.
Brave.
Sure.
Hilarious,
insightful
into the
minds,
&
hearts,
of
the ones
who left her
behind.
To
play
alone.

In his
world,
time sped by
quickly.
Months
&
years,
blended together.
A creamy soup,
of dates
&
memories,
anniversaries
of who he
had left
behind.

But time,
was
cruel,
slowing
when
it should
have
moved on
without
him.
Speeding up
when
all he wanted
was
to be
here,
just a little
bit
longer.

In this room,
with
her,
he could
feel it slipping
away.
His memories
of the
others.
His will
to
forget,
even tho
he never did.
His
desire
to,
simply
move
on.

He promised
her
then,
He silently
pleaded with
her.
To understand,
to
will her
into believing
everything
he
could never
tell her.

That
he
would
never leave
her
behind.

He would find
a
way.
Even if he
had to
travel back
to this place
again,
&
again,
& again....
& again.

She always
greeting him
with this
same
smile.
Like she
knew.








Why--"The Chair" Series--Guardians & Chosen Ones Series--Hope & Survivors Series

As 
he sits,
he sees what
most
don't.

fragile 
human being.
A miracle.
His only
hope.

What 
she saw.
Well,
that was 
a little 
more 
difficult to 
explain.

You see,
he sat across
from her
for so long 
now,
he was almost
part of her
scenery.
Her 
landscape,
what she
 always 
knew
to be
true.

How could
anyone
get used to
seeing
someone like
him,
you may
wonder.
How 
do you 
just
accept,
that it's 
real.
And not
question
why......



Monday, January 16, 2017

The Chair--A Guardians & Chosen Ones Series--Hope & Survivors Series--A New/Updated Version Of A Short Story Series I Started About 6-7 Years Ago--Inspired By A Separate Series I Stared About 6 Years Before

The chair
in the corner,
on the other side
of the 
room.

He's always been
there.
Sitting across from her.
Watching.

Why it should 
be this way,
she never 
knew.

He knew,
never told
her.

Well, 
I suppose
that's not really
true,
is it?
But 
I guess 
I'll have to 
get back to 
that
another time.

He would 
tell 
you, 
he knew her
since time
began.
If he 
could speak,
tell you 
what he thought
of 
who,
what,
he was. 

Oh,
he COULD 
speak.
It was finding
a REASON 
that was the 
problem.

You would
think,
after lifetimes
of being in 
this realm,
he would have
found 
a reason to.
Another
creature like
himself,
even.
To say what
he always longed
to say.

To tell them,
that he
wanted to know
when it 
would end.
When the waiting,
the pain,
endless lives
in this place would
somehow make 
sense.

I know,
it doesn't seem 
fair,
does it.
Telling you 
all this,
knowing 
her can't tell
you 
what he REALLY 
thought.
Who he really
was.

But,
that's just the 
way it 
is,
isn't it.

Our stories
come 
from who we
were,
&
not always who we are
now.
Or, 
even,
the other way
around.

We try to
explain 
what we were,
back then,
but can only
tell you
who we see now,
as we
look 
back at who
we
used to  
be, 
now that we've
become something
new. 

That's the challenge,
I suppose.
The REAL
purpose,
I guess.
Of who we want
to be.
That we 
want to be
something better
than 
we were 
before.

So we can
look back
at 
what we once
were,
&
can 
tell ourselves,
tell those
around us,
that we've won.
We've 
conquered.
We 
fought
our own
demons,
&
won.

This is
one 
of those
stories.
Of
someone
who
looked at
what they became,
&
said,
it
was worth
it.