anger

The man's heart beat against his rib-cage like a pounding fist. A thick layer of sweat had formed across his brow. Constant fear of being discovered by those who were calling for his persecution reminded him to keep his head down and face hidden. 

He entered into his North-London flat one final time to reclaim a handful of possessions. And at the top of the staircase, a man with several days of beard stubble waited. 

The wolves would be eating tonight.

the ocean

Incoming waves washed sand from in between her toes. Sea foam lined the shore. A sand-castle that a group of young children had made earlier in the day was being reclaimed by the elements. Its desheveled state was a reminder of a marriage that no longer was working. So across the great open expanse she looked, and wished in that moment she was apart of the ocean. No identity. No responsibilities. Nothing.

who knows

The pills made the wrong set of voices disappear.

dammit

And I'll smile. And you'll wave. We'll pretend, it's okay. The charade. it won't last. When he's gone, I won't come back.

Money

A wooden oak once stood in a forest surrounded by many others. And then it was removed by a logging company for over-sea profit.

The Girl in the Red Dress

She'll walk past you and leave only her scent;
leaving you longing for more, but never truly satisfying
Her footsteps tracing gorgeous imprints on the ground below
only to be erased like an ocean wave reclaiming her shore
Her flowing brunette hair will sing a song of pure desire
like a melody that you can't erase from your memory
Nor would you want too
Her discordant voice will sing lyrics to songs that she does not know,
but you would swear she wrote them.


So when you see the Girl in the Red Dress
Let her know that I miss the way her nails dug into my arching back
Leaving me skin tender until the next sunrise would come


The girl in the Red Dress..

"An Atheist on a Date"

I kissed a girl
Wearing a cross
Around her neck
Her lips didn’t taste
Like church
But her hips
Felt like God
I wonder what
Her pastor would
Have thought
I wonder if that
Cross around her neck
Meant more to me
Than it does
To her. 

I did not write this.

chapter 12

And your disinterest seemed visible. The lines written across your face gave fact to the unspoken truth you were trying to hide.

the gorge

And there the man sat, in the back of a beat up Chevy truck. The worn chair below him supported his drunken weight. And as he peered across the camp site, he saw a sight that would plague him. As the fire threw up its flickering light, she looked deeply into another mans eyes. So as the night progressed and flames grew progressively smaller, she kissed him. And it wasn't a simple kiss. The dying embers fading to black provided solace as he gave a tearful goodbye.

Ships.

Nobody could've predicted the Spanish Armada.

21 degrees outside.

The street lamp served to cast her shadow into skeleton figures on the nights she walked alone.
and she walked alone... quite often.

Life.

I emerged bloodied red from an exhausted mothers stomach cavity into a world with no regard.
The first breathe I drew would be a declaration against the society I would soon battle against.
From the earliest memories I can draw upon, I can think of being repeatedly kicked while crawling on hand and knee.
And when I finally gathered the strength to stand once more;
I was pinned against a wall by a force similar to a typhoon barreling towards an unexpecting pacific island.
It's always been the last day of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no key to get back in.
So I feel as if I've had more than my fair share of experiences.
The volcanic magma flowing beneath my feet will eventually consume my essence.
And I will be projected into a godless sky after churning in the ground for hundreds of years.
And when all has settled, I will eventually lay.
A smoldering mound of ash;
waiting to be cast in all earthly directions by a passing breeze.