Helpless Stories

I raked my skin with a knife today, But only with the tip. I wanted to know what it felt like, To lightly drag it across my skin. I raked my skin with a knife today, The pain in my heart grew too much. Physical pain was easier to deal with, Than the emotional turmoil I felt. So I raked a knife against my skin today, They only pushed me to it. They never considered my thoughts, How I feel was irrelevant. So I raked a knife...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Peach perfect moon in an apricot sky,There are footsteps in the stardustWhere the diamonds of the sunCause a waterfall of velvet heatAnd shining shards of opal tearsTo stream on the horizon onThe edge of nightfall's waningWhere the dank abyss is hiding'Neath the dusky cotton clouds.Sunshine old and mellowLifts me airborne raised...

GIDEALIS ENIGMA. Chapter 2 To Lose a Friend I do not want to startle the girl by the water, who is weeping quietly, oblivious to the ghost standing over her, and my stealthy approach alike. But the men fix it for me. They break noisily through the brush like a couple of moose, drunk on berries on a hot afternoon. “Domiarn!!!” Yells my father nearly in my ear as he can’t see me in the grasses. “I’m here. I found Akahida.”...