Beneth the Whistling Oak.The moon was high, the stars were low and the leaves of a great oak whistled in the breeze. Beneath it's branches were two lovers and neither could speak. The boy would open his mouth and move his hands but no sounds that resembled language came. The girl would look to him and look away, look to him and look away unable to do anything else. After what even the tree thought of as ages the boy spoke.Beneth the Whistling Oak. by ~JerryShepherd
"We have to leave"
The girl spoke.
"I don't know, I don't know, will things be different if we leave.
"Of course it will. We will be together and away from those who'd betray us.
"But those people are everywhere, if we fail here won't we fail
Star Crossed LoveLet's us both dream a dreamStar Crossed Love by ~JerryShepherd
That both us know could never be
In a world where love is wrong
Where all hope of happiness is gone.
A world where the bitter roam windswept streets
Destroying the joy we're so desperate to keep.
They gather in numbers, we gather too
Yet it's always the world against only two
So we fight and we hide, naively believing we'll succeed
Thus when we fail our souls scream and bled.
And when our voices go silent and our wounds have healed over
Our love is no more, not even a painful reminder.
Each of us have wed others, others we like but not love
Now we both are bitter, shunning that lie love
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Life of a Tired Soul.Night, day I don't know which is which anymore. Every day or night, I'll simply call it dight, is just well, a constant gloom. I go to sleep I don't know when, I wake I don't know when, it's not even just the when that's confusing but also the where. A lot looks the same, trees are always brown and green, the sky is always white and blue. God even peoples faces are not worth the effort it takes to remember them. The same basic features arranged in the same basic fashion, you see one face you've seen them all.Life of a Tired Soul. by ~JerryShepherd
What now I ask, should I go out, could be more interesting than staying in. But wait, I'm already out, in a park, I'm sure I was
A Dreary RideThe road was long and dreary being nothing but a straight tar path to my destination, offering no turns or curves just constant movement towards the horizon. The environment offered nothing of interest to my sight, just dry orange dirt that could only host shrubs and bush and like the road that stretched forever north filled the east and west. The sun was high in the sky and through its intense heat had forced me to open the windows of my ancient Cadillac to receive some comfort.A Dreary Ride by ~JerryShepherd
I had been on this tedious journey for an hour when I saw in the distance an indistinguishable object appear. At first I thought this was a mirage, resulting from t
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