This content is password protected. Of all the stories that have unfolded over the dawn of time,. You and I are no different then the grand mystery that surrounds us,. Of all the sappy, tragic, gloomy, twisted, happy, loving and eternal love stories,.

There is something unsettling about a blank page, it seems to be more profound when you are viewing a backlit, LCD flat panel display blazing into your eyeballs.

Writing is the best form of therapy. I created a page on Facebook to further expose my writing. Days like these I linger on. I wonder what went wrong. Where the past had gone. Wondering when you will be home.

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind. By Christie Marie Ginja Kruger. Too short to ride the roller-coaster, too big for the teacups;. Standing face to face, in a room of trick mirrors;.

Open verse and other poetry forms. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 1,491 other followers. Vicariously in love with you. Hear them, the phantom voices in the air. Words unspoken, unheard;. Conversations past or yet to be instigated.

This is another poem I had written, hope you like it! I glanced to the left,. But the masks covering my face,. I hid under the veil of fear,. That sheltered many like me,. But now I end this masquerade,. Peel away all the layers,. And expose myself to the judgmental world,.