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LOC: Santa Cruz, CA
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So She Sighs In this world everyone is a hypocrite. Everyone is a part of what they preach against. We're covered in guilt; unable to be rinsed. And this world we live in, is sick of it. In a world full of piss and shit, Its no wonder your Lady God is pitching a fit. On a rock that's flaking and falling apart, Soon to be exposed; her damaged and vital heart. I know that if there is a Creator so divine, He is not a he; She is the one and only. This place we reside; this place that I have state...
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The House That God Forgot My body's impression left in the cushion again, Like some kind of soft chalk outline. Signifying what's to come and what has been. Fresh box-cutter blade awaiting the artery line. Holes, fist size, imbedded in dry-wall. Burns, cigar size, branded in flesh. Vaguely remembering the act of it all. Scabs come and go; scars are red and fresh. A sight for sore eyes makes for broken mirrors. Mud caked on weathered windows fail to make outside life clearer. Cryptic writings ...
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The Apex of Space Simmering beneath the heat of seven suns. Condensation lacking, looking forward to rain. Melting with thought that streams and runs. Resistance betrays any glimpse of gain. I would say that what you want, You can and most certainly may have. But your ghosts of dismissal thrive and haunt. If you prayed, you would pray for what you had. Beneath the surface, everything changes. Pressure hinders that of comfort. The shape of your face rearranges. Not willing to accepted what yo...
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Warm Sips of Tea You knew that I'd show up here, You've asked me to play God. I lean in close to whisper in your ear. My reply creates a sudden wink and nod. Over warm sips of tea, To your request, I agree Let the games begin. She quickly places her hand upon her mouth, Sits up erect,as if getting caught by the teacher. Took on an inhale that even I felt revived. Then slowly reached for the string and untied. Now a red dress obscures her tattooed feet. Her hands softly covering a point of ent...
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Bravo. I think it's great and was a little hesitant to begin and finish the story at first. But then I began and stopping short was out of the question. I must ask though, where does an idea of such come from? You write as though you are thoroughly researched and studied. I enjoyed the story itself and the visions that your descriptiveness placed in my mind. Thanks for sharing.
So damn random, but everyone does catch flakes on their tongues when it snow. I just never thought about the cows; now I have. Right on.
Not that I'm a pro, but there's no reason for this writing to get any less than 10. It's a subject that seems to have waited for someone to take all the perfect words and put them in perfect place. Great idea, because 99% of readers should relate, and every word fit well together. -Mike No matter how gently I place them in piles the plates will not quietly go; They are being imprisoned without a fair trial and they want the whole household to know. That's my favourite because it's so simple, ...
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