Clinging onto faded photographs Rigid poses that were choreographed Blurred bodies and echoed laughs Locked in stasis for a time and a half A mirror to glance into the past Sparking memories specific and vast Faces of Youth gone too fast Fleeting moments were never meant to last A tool invented allows us to remember Sunsoaked summers and chilled Decembers Waves of joy and hearts in embers A time conserved together Hollowe...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Face in the shadowsWhere eyes burn black candlesAnd wax in the waterHas armoured the lips,A soul freezes hellWith the loneliness cruel,And the silence is lostWhere the knife of noise slips.The buzz and the humOf the jostling friendsWho are not friends in truth,Nor are saviours of peace,Are a salve to the guiltyWho hide all their...
Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice. These are the ingredients of my daily makeup. I first apply the Sugar to my lips. It works to sweeten the delivery of my words, forms a filter in which only the most acceptable terms flow through and escape like sticky syrup. The Sugar barrier crystallizes and bans the trespassing of any truth, any opinion, and any thought that lacks popularity. Next the Spice. Just a touch around the ey...
Everyone says the eyes are the windows to the soul, But when I look at my own I see nothing. People often say a smile demonstrates one's character. In the mirror, pictures, I simply see lips stretched wide. Is it me that has no character, no soul? Or is it a superficial society That cannot recognize quality?
I had finally gotten my first tattoo, now it was time to begin research to have my half sleeve done .For the next 4 years I purchased and thoroughly read every tattoo magazine available, I made notes of the names I saw.In January of 1993 I was contacted by my attorney. He informed me that the State wished to close an old but still open accident injury case, and they were offering me a nice sum of money. Sans his fee, I st...
