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...
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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 lostWh...
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 s...
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...
My Second Tattoo
I traveled to New Jersey to get my second tattooI 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 b...