life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
What became of us, remember when we didn’t have to rush, just love endlessly and erratically like the wind? What caught your eye in this new accomplished sin? Was it a new sense of pride, getting away with it or letting your own insanity in? A premeditated fantasy, a new adventure you bragged about in... Continue Reading →
Inked sleeves Thin copper wired glasses A bruise on the right thumbnail Age- 24 A string tied around the pinky, on the left hand A hair tie on the right wrist What about within? Are you creating her? Putting together his broken home? Coloring their scars? Controlling their tongues for speech? Bleeding the nightmares you... Continue Reading →
Scribble, scribble, period, dot, exclamation point. Error there; erase, erase! “Masterpiece!” you claim it to be. Someone else’s eyes look upon it, “I’m sorry; your purpose of creativity is lost.” Under the knife again you go, trying to maintain distance no matter how deep the knife goes. Imagination, inner dialogues, imagined lives. Don’t allow distance... Continue Reading →
the way our lives are reflected and seen
Break the silence. End the violence.
Don't be afraid, just turn the page.
Lost Soul
