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The moon hung high clinging to the cloud choked night, fighting the effacement of darkness that suffocated its unearthly glow. The streets were barren, that darkness swallowing up all but the few feeble lights with the strength and will to remain. The wind blew curses and taunts to the retreating fall. The world of the city will freeze soon, not to be thawed for many a revelation. On top a building, far from the bright lights and false security of the inner city, two pairs of eyes peered thro...
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like stirring up leaves, tossed to the wind in a torrent. taking to the sky cackling and honking, searching for somehwere else to live, to exist. how selfish of me to cause such a stir, when all i wanted was to run, to fly with them by their side.
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little metal toy suspended like a halo of tarnished links round a sinners neck. a shield for the time to hide tired convictions. pastor claims, “Spiritual Kevlar!”; nothing more than evangelist lies. don the armor and you will bleed from the bullets of Darwin, of atheism. as useful as a breastplate in the sights of a sniper, the headshot of doubt always drains the morale, leaving a cold, hopeless fear sadley clinging to this cross that scarcely my belief.
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gaze at this unfinished work strewn like confetti across the table. like garbage across my path, each piece i stoop to see, rise and brush away the dust. a tear here, a laugh there, reaching in my pocket to search for more like it, i quickly scurry home. removing my coat and shoes at the door, i reach for the laughter first, then the sorrow, the joy and the wonder, to introduce them where they fit. stepping back i admire this masterpiece, this puzzle, and i smile at where i've been, and how f...
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such simple pleasures, tangling and untying these ends over and over, this repition so addictive. weaving strand over strand, dangling over eternity just for this moment in time. nothing can undo this knot, no longer two, but not quite one, i stretch across her beauty, to fall asleep in her eyes.