Burning storm

She had a fire, and they brought her down with their storm. She danced in the light, but they cursed her glow. Now sunny days are choked by snow. So, she faces the wind while friends turn away, nobody wants to hold out. Friends don't fight through the meltdown as life's light fades to the shadows. Searching in new-found night, she tends to a flame left alone. A single hope to carry her home. She had a fire that dimmed to a flame, yet if she lets it spread the world will never be the same. (I'm not a song writer, but it was worth a shot. I hope someone enjoys it.)

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Lone Wolf @ unscripted

Love's hard to talk about

I wouldn't say I think about you everyday, and I shouldn't think of loving words to say to you, but I do. Oh the sun comes up but I'm feeling down because you're not around, yet I can hear the sound of your laughter. I should go to the store but they don't sell what I'm after. Oh, I shouldn't be singin the blues because of you, but I am. Baby I do. It's a sad thing to go through, living life lovin you. So, I wouldn't say, but I do. NOTE: I now know the meaning of "rough draft."
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Lone wolf @ unscripted

Forever in friendship

In seconds you caught me. In minutes you held me. With in an hour you gave me the gift of a friend. In a day you were by my side. In another I had to go away. In seconds you caught me... Forever, we will stay together in friendship.

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Lone Wolf @ unscripted

Write, read, and dream.

When the prose goes, nothing flows. Nothing sooths the sick, bleeding heart. I'm not too smart; writing on the fly, but I must try. My emotions are running high as I hear the bells of Poe. I can't rest until I've done my best. Dear reader I may be young, but I feel very old at the moment. There isn't much rest in sleeping, and very little peace from pain. This is the only personal note you'll receive from me. I'm attempting to write two short stories to publish. Why? I once had a dream in which Stephen King was hitting me on the head with one of his Novels. "Write before the words float away!" I have some strange dreams.

I wrote this while chasing my tale, still haven't caught the Frockin thing. Opps, I think I let a little geek out.
Always my friends,
Lone Wolf @ unscripted

Writers' block

What a shock! I've got writers' block. There's no stock in my store. The poet and the play write are having a fight. The door to Reveries' maze is locked and my key won't work. As for the play write, he's being a bigger jerk. He teases me with bits of gore while I sleep, yet when day breaks not one image takes form. However; I am a faded rose so sometimes... That's just how the story goes.

For Tony Moran

The song I sing, the prayer I whisper into the night...Tony. My Eldorado with a cause; never pauses for himself. My inspiration and my hide away. The friend I carry with me through the storm. A safe and warm place to be, embedded in my memory. I'm forever wishing for his happiness. I shall always thank God for setting free such an important part of me. Tony the person who opened the door, the reason I strive to be more.

Miss you as I always will and that's all there is.
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Lone Wolf @ unscripted

My friend California

California's sky is bright day and night. The nights Velvet spotlight whispers of peace. Days of playful color call for joy, and put on a sunset show. I'm sorry that I had to leave you my friend, it wasn't easy to let go. California you imprinted your beauty within my heart so we could never part. I miss the feel of your sandy skin, and the warmth of your breezy voice. I can't help but think of what could have been had I stayed with the artist California. You the painter, passionate writer can't fight the beauty of her golden face. California laughs in waves. My friend California perhaps knowing I was lonely gave me a gift in a man named Tony Moran. I will never cease to crave the comfort of both cherished friends.

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Lone Wolf @ unscripted