The train called to him. As it sped by, it seemed to invite his company. It’s metal boxes and grinding wheels. It had an origin and a destination. There was substance to this locomotive, traveling a well worn path. It stretched for miles but it traveled its journey in solitude. He ached to be this …
Author: Fatesjoke
The last dance
Do you remember how it all began? You were lost and beaten down by the ghosts of lost loves, I held you on those cold nights. I whispered to you of strength, the power that you held inside but were afraid to embrace, I showed you how strong you could be, I held you until …
the end of light
flicker flicker flicker flicker tiny tiny flame so quick to burn so quick to die flicker flicker tiny, tiny flame your death casting darkness where I could once see flicker flicker wax spilling down, time lost watching you flicker flicker flicker your death marks the hour, the darkness rushing in to celebrate your demise
Thank you Marilyn Manson
i imagine that suicide tastes like your lips the lips i used to love touching my flesh i want to cut them from your face and wash the suicide from my mind the passion that filled my soul has boiled the steam has cooked my mind and turned my love to so much mush i …
Sweet wine and soft lips
Together they stopped, setting bottle of wine on the rail she said “don’t let me fall” as she danced in the moonlight, hair spinning, her feet flew and her body turned without fail and without pause she raised her arms to the stars out of sight. Performing the sacred ritual of dance, her eyes were …
Superfluous
You are hyperbole. I do not understand how you do it, wake up every day and face the world, when you know that you are a caricature, you are the Wizard of Oz, you stand in front of a funhouse mirror. This isn’t an accusation, this is fact. You use borrowed words and recycled ideas …
stained mattress
She was sad and fat She was not what I expected when I opened the front door of the apartment I was renting in the city Yes, I had said I wanted something new something not many people asked for and she was certainly that in all of her sad, fat glory. I told her …
something real
if i could only hold your face in my hands one more time, trace your lips with the tip of my finger or feel your breath on my cheek, the sound of your voice causing my heart to race and time to stop, our bodies pressed tight, embracing eachother loving each other.
So they say
Society says “Do not cage them” But my sanity says louder “Lock them up” The noise is like water dripping on my face. Never enough to wash it clean just enough to drive me crazy. The caring The feeding The clothing The cleaning Their needs before yours? Their lives in you hands? Their future yours …
So many days
The day begins… with a new mother feeding a crying infant in the freshly born sunlight. The day begins… around a pot of coffee and a fresh newspaper. His day begins… with a longing glance at a pillow left untouched. These days begin… with the sun high and …