Were I to sit roadside hands held out sign asking for alms would you see me? Were I to stand at the bus stop teeth chattering sodden by rain needing a fix would you really see me? Were I to sit next to you meeting upon meeting late night after late night pressed into duty pressed against the desk would you ever see me again? I am but one of the invisible fallen amongst the cracks head down eye frown look not upon the great who can do no wrong who can rape who can plunder who can murder without fear alas the day will come….. judge not lest you be judge bastardization for bastards cower betray fall….. pain reaped for pain desolation for desolation rejection anguish fear all yours times tenfold.
Good one. I relate. Personally abused when young by the egotistical alphas that are only in it for what they can take from anybody because they judge others, and think their above everybody else, instead of helping those supposedly below them who need a hand to raise them up. That’s what it raised from memory anyway…
I eat macaroons in the same coffee shop Roberto’s guitar sells cheap dreams by the sea young girls are ready for harvest like flowers of lust I laugh… I scratch poetry on a glass I say the first love is French you ask how’s the last it smells raspberries, vanilla, and grass you touch my left wrist I play a few cards red flowers bloom on your cheeks your teeth peel the skin of my gloves you walk into darkness I seal you on in wax how’s the last love? pray.. you shouldn’t have asked
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)
I eat macaroons in the same coffee shop Roberto’s guitar sells cheap dreams by the sea […]
I am humbled that I was voted Author of the Year at Spillwords Press. Thank you to everyone who voted for me, and thank you to the wonderful team at Spillwords Press (NYC).
“…from the writings of the titans coming from the Latin American space to the writings of their counterparts coming from the Slavic space. Yes, I am an American, but I am also a child of Europe. I have been fascinated, mesmerized, frightened, brought to tears…”
I’m so happy for you Gabrela! It is so great to see you get rewarded for your talent. I must say again, it’s not only about helping you, it’s more that you have helped me by your spirit attracting the best followers. You add some of the right elements into my Alchemical boiling pot. My chemistry here would not be right without “Chemical Gabriela” so thanks for all you do! Congratulations again!
Somewhere there’s an angel with hair as dark as midnight skies; just a little girl who could light the night with the starlight in her eyes. Somewhere she is waiting, because her heart beats all alone. She waits for the man who will take her to the place she’s never known.
Take me to a place A place where sadness has no trace A place where sorrow knows not tomorrow A place where hurt memories die II Take me to a place A place where tears fear no dears A place where hearts bleed to heal A place where pains gain sane rains III Take me to a place A place where all, all embrace A […]
Writing can be anything for anyone but for me it's to express the overwhelming feelings I feel that cannot be said .[Disclaimer : everything posted here will be my own work (p.s. work here means everything written and not the images) unless mentioned otherwise. Please do not copy.]