the scars we wear

the scars we wear make us interesting the scars we wear make us devastating the scars we wear do not heal when we need them most to heal i wear my scars proudly i wear my scars with profound misery i glorify my scars i fail to hide my scars mostly i joke about my…

Indoctrinated

Go on then, march to the rhythm of the persecuted – howling, wailing, enduring, persevering. Prisons & concentration camps; imagined post-rapture AntiChrists & Babylon the whore; death penalties which are ‘just’ & fire & brimstone, post-apocalyptic perorations. Washer the condemner, Driscoll the porno-vision new age Messiah, McArthur the indoctrinated drone living in the stone age,…

The Gift No One Wants

Late at night, bored and melancholy, I ask myself the age old question; Are we tortured because we’re artists? Or are we artists because we’re tortured? An angel came into my dreams one night, Placed her hands on my shoulders, She told me she was giving me a gift, I felt a spark of ignition…

Dear God, if there is one

Prompt: Music Monday on the Literati Mafia; the song Sea Dragon along with the featured image Dear God, if there is one, I am in church now, thinking. Sitting in the same pew I sit at everyday of my life, watching the predictable procession of Easter and Christmas services, funerals and weddings: the same old cycle…

Albatross

He is tortured duality,eyes glistening vacantly,lips parted callously,self-inflicted amnesiafrom words spoken previously;ever-empty,he used to be family,one I sought fruitlesslylove me with purity;a long-winded fantasy,naive imagining charming his way into heartsof the frail,undefended attachment,blinded by veilspromises spoken,secrets untold,filthy webs, decay and mold; don’t think to speak freely,calm winds of new hope,seize the moment to leavelike a…

Music Mondays

Music Mondays will feature a new song each week. Listen to the music, with or without watching the video, draw inspiration from the featured image, and write a letter, poem, short story, or essay with your thoughts. Post into the comments section, and link back to The Literati Mafia, if posting on your own blog….

Fickle Things

Oh what fickle a thing time is. We think we have all the time in the world so we keep putting things off for another day. We wait for the time to be just right, for those “special” days, and in doing so, we miss out on a huge chunk of our lives. Oh what…