He aims to express love like a bullet train A punctual, smooth ride like forecast, winter rain What’s love got to do with life’s journey for that reason The heart can stop from such electrifying strain To make a slave...
You buttered his bread Whenever your heart was broken You are the one that bled You would cover his scars with your tears That alone wasn’t enough You tried to heal his wounds Even though yours were exposed in the...
There is an energy an almost boundless sincerity in the true choreography of this never ending performance an unmistakeable dedication in the footsteps and leaps sweat and tears that linger in the single bright light as my silhouette passes willingly...
You see me as a black rose… dark, different and indifferent. Waiting to whittle away at your expectations, burn to ashes and become victim to your degradation. As a witness to my own hiding… I see you trying to fight...
this week’s writing prompt: “The body is the little dormitory of pain ruined in silence” excerpt from Living Rites by Ari Sitas (Rough Music, 2013) 1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK use the form below to submit or click here...