Marina_Joy's profile

Lo and behold How the mighty have fallen Missing their chance Missing their calling And the time slips past her fingertips Contented The hot tea on her lap She sips Gazing out to those Who fell and rose From desolate alleyways To their residential homes She watches Those little residential drones Play the government game With government rule The loser a shame Government to blame.

Eleven men firing eleven guns for a minute Is a lifetime, Ten minutes Is an eternity, It took that And longer To cut down those eleven victims. The bullets began to slow, Smoke began to lift. Several of the men, Vomiting and coughing on acrid smoke. The clouds of death departed, Revealing him. He walked above the dead, Peered down through the dimmest of life, At the young Heir. Moving, Still treading life, Moaning and writhing, He clutched his father by the sleeve. Lowering his gun, He placed...

The Tattoo Artist Come to his chair and sit The artist is waiting. With a vision in mind And needle in hand He begins his masterpiece. And as the needle works its wonders Driven by skillful hand He leaves his mark His art Upon their skins Unlike the pieces That hang in the museum His art lives Thrives On their flesh Never to be overlooked Or forgotten And his finished design A sight to behold

Once upon a time there was a little girl. About nine years old. Her name was Amelia and she was convinced that she was not loved. Little Amelia had a Mother and Father like any other little girl. They bought her nice things and took her places. But they did not love her. She could tell. So little Amelia tried to win their love by being a very good little girl. She brushed her teeth, and went to bed on time and ate all her vegetables. But they did not seem to notice this. They did not seem to...