The Road to HeavenThe black and white portrait before me, crackles with faint hope glittering on the road. Sparkling dust of dreams shimmer down from the clouds. I glance over my shoulder and wish to see your soft features.The Road to Heaven by ~paulover
But you're not there.
A softening pain begins to grow around my heart, reminding me you're gone. And though you never knew me, I grieve. My heart is heavy with the flickering images of your irrational actions. I long to have helped you, to have comforted you when you felt completely alone. I long to be your angel. And for some reason, I know I would have loved you from the first tear. And for that same reason, I know I could have helped y
LimitedI clinched the cloth of his garment in my fists as I fell to my knees. I screamed out sobs of terror and weakness. All I could do was scream, using every bit of my lasting strength to convulsively wail at his feet. I wanted to be strong for him. I wanted to do so much more because of all he's done for me.Limited by ~paulover
"I can't do this!" I shrieked. "What are you doing to me? Why?"
His hand was lent down and I clasped it quickly for strength. His calming energy caused me to look up and.........and......
His eyes were so peaceful.
He was still, compelling,and his face was soothing.
My voice was shaking as I brought up my other hand to clasp his one.
If I Could Talk to You NowAuthors note: My grandfather shot himself in 1967 because he was religiously confused. It's been told to me that he felt like he had nobody to talk to. Not his parents, not his wife- Mary. Nobody. I've had numerous dreams about him and I talking and it's like we're best friends.If I Could Talk to You Now by ~paulover
I love you, Grandpa Richard.
I walked into the bedroom, and saw him sitting on the side of the bed, the same place I always found him. He was leaning on his knees, staring out the window. I walked around and sat beside him. He looked tired, his black, short hair disheveled, his light brown eyes were reddish. His tan polo shirt fit snugly and his gray dress pants w
McCartney vs. Nesmith pt. 3"I don't know, Lilly." I ran my hand through my hair, staring out the glass wall of Mike's bedroom. The beach was below, tide coming in and out. I glanced behind me to make sure Mike was still in the bathroom taking a shower. "I'm just....confused."McCartney vs. Nesmith pt. 3 by ~paulover
"If you ask me, you're an idiot for running away." She said, crunching a potato chip on the other end.
"What to you mean?" I asked.
"You and Paul just clicked and you meet this 'tall and lanky Texan', and you're swept off your feet. It just sounds too good to be true."
I took a deep breath, my eyes playfully looking at the horizon. "....This isn't right. I need to go back."
"Are you sure?"
The right timeDear child, my perspective is different than yours. I can see all of time from beginning to end. I can veiw eternity. Meanwhile, your vision is limited to the present and the past.The right time by ~HeavenCalling
In your limited view, you may think this is the right to for me to act. But my delay is not haphazard. I am waiting for the best possible moment to work on your behalf, to show my power in your circumstances. And I'm asking you to trust my timing.
I realize it can be excruciating to wait. But the waiting doesn't mean I love you any less. In fact, it's because of my love for you that I am carefully crafting a beautiful plan of your life.
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