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My Thoughts - Mortality and Death

“Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its students.” Hector Berlioz

I have been encouraged by friends to write this. Some friends said it would be good for me and some said it might help others that are in similar circumstances. I’m not sure about either reason, but these are smart people and I trust them. I hope this doe...

Isolation

Sean is trying to get over the violent death of his partner whilst Jamie tries to piece it together.

He shifted and squirmed trying to relieve his aching limbs. His arms hurt, his legs hurt, everything hurt. The ground beneath him was solid and punishing; it provided no comfort, no respite from the pain. In fact it only heightened his agony. He stretched...

She really knows what it's like

A poem about a rape survivor, based on a song about horror.

She Really Knows What It’s Like By Captain Midnight Adapted from the song “What It’s Like,” composer unknown, performed by Everlast The story of one woman‘s survival. Rated EC for extremely violent, disturbing images. (Verse 1)(Name deleted) was a nice yo...

Newspaper

Huge thanks to all the friends who helped by proofreading and editing this poem.

Every morning I open the newspaperReading, observingThe human behavior Of our society First section is all about politicsWar, and crisis pictures fill the pagesBurning buildings, lifeless bodiesPeople enraged, seeking for revenge Next section is sportsEnt...

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As I lay on my bed I look up.All I can see is a black sky.The stars are dead.The moon is round and clear,the only one that lights up the sky.The only reason why I can see in the dark,while I'm waiting for the sun to shine.

A faded black and white photograph Captures the gleaming grins of a family Soft light ricochets off their shiny cheeks and teeth A dark stain sits in the snapshot’s left margin It’s a smudge that represents a secret That they’d give their lives to keep Bu...

Old Texts

Old messages bring the past rushing back.

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes, I remember my phone's inbox is getting too full. When I am waiting for the bus, I go through and delete old messages.Just a sprinkling of words in...

Clarity

Coming from despair to hope

I cannot stand, nor walk or flyOnly collide in my barren yardIn stunned moments of claritySoil still clutched in my handsTaste this despair and wormwoodStill bitter on my tongue; I bruise my fleshOn bark, dead roots and cold abuseMy face still stings with...

With joy in my heart I started singingOf a friendship, unexpected, so bold,How to express the joy and fresh ringingThat resounds in all the halls of your soul. When you are the one someone wants to know,When you are the one that she seeks to meet,It gives...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What lonely night is this whenHope comes a-knocking at my door?Her whispers through the oaken barricadePush my dreams into realms of fear.Fear of pain andFear...