Two years gone and pain remains as strong as the first day,
Not just for him, and this is known is spades, though denied by one.
As if it had been left alone the whole time it would have spoken volumes,
But it was not, not left in the past by either,
And the silent contact speaks more than oceans.
This is the way it is,
The way it will be,
Three years, four, forever more.
The only difference being that he accepts it as reality, accepts the pain as part of him, accepts his guilt,
While she...
We leave this world with only what we came into it,
Save the loves known and the scars upon our soul.
So waste not the time you have on trifles,
On vanity, on wealth.
And woe to you who weave deceit,
Leaving a legacy of lies and love rejected,
Of cruelty and false face.
For nothing gained in dishonesty will have substance,
Nor can it be kept,
And it will turn the soul a dreadful black,
In the end to be scattered in the darkness of the empty
No love of god to save you.
Does the new one know that, when alone, your mind wanders somewhere else,
As your fingertips do trace, along your flesh they skim,
Does he know the face who your mind conjures is not him?
Are you aware that when you are gone, he thinks not of you,
But of others he would rather possess, for his words they are not true?
The one you cast aside in shame, was only desperate for your love,
You were magical to him for a time, a supple comely dove.
And he had settled for a friend, though his want for...
Hedley Mullins was a suit, by which was meant that he was executive class, though, out of it, one would never be able to tell by the low character of his expressed genes that he was anything more than a criminal or a chimney sweep. His face wore the ugliness of low lineage, but, somewhere along the line, one of his relatives had stumbled upon some lucrative con, which had, eventually, put Hedley in a position of enough privilege to leverage. He had risen up the ranks of his corporation, as...
When we are alone and as we grow older, the allure of finding someone can become desperation, and we begin to confuse the opportunity of availability with something meaningful. But it is not. We romanticize the idea of the relationship and project it onto the person who kindles nothing in our hearts, attaching holidays and losses to their presence.. While the prospect of someone to share life with, someone to take care of us, yearns within us, we do not need them. We have done without that on...
(Art by Malena Grimm)
It was beyond ridiculous. For two years, TWO YEARS, she had been watching him, having him watched. Two years. She knew damn well he wasn't doing anything or going to do anything, though that was likely the excuse she gave to her cohorts. No, that was ridiculous. She did it because she couldn't let him go. And she couldn't let him go because she knew she had made a giant fucking mistake. She had every opportunity to let go. She had been told not to read him if she didn't...
A life geared to the pursuit of wealth,
Literally defined by money,
Is one that exposes the corruption of a soul,
The greedy, grasping child inside.
For all the facade of geniality and caring,
There is no saving grace in one who follows this path.
They consciously chose what they are, and were likely that all along.
But the soul that is worse is the one that sees these avaricious bottom feeders as worthwhile,
As accomplished and desirous, as authentic and sincere.
There is no authenticity to...
He did not long for his last breath because he could not have her, because he felt below her. He was not. Morally he was far above her, as he could accept his guilt while she shunned her own. But he felt an unconquerable emptiness, because he did not want to share a world with people like her. Those she had sicced upon him had accepted her fairy tale without question, when they had been required to look into it. They did not. They’d judged him out of hand. They’d even covered up for her and...
All he had wanted was her love, but it was not to be his. And the flower he had thought he'd found turned to poisonous thorns in his hands. He wished it had been different, but wishes are the useless hopes of what one knows cannot exist. All he desired now, unable to alter the world, unable to alter her heart and mind, was a part of her to keep, to replace the heinous time they had not needed to create, and they had both created it. Her mind and heart lost to him, he sought only something...
We are a flicker in time.
All we have to know we exist is connection,
Recognition by others.
And when those connections are not real,
When they are pretended by false hearts,
Everything becomes an eddy of relativism.
Our place in the paradigm we thought we knew can fall away in a moment.
As we can never know the truth in others’ hearts,
The judgments in their minds,
Our existence is always tentative,
Our identity controlled by perception.
Three times he had released her,
Three times he’d let her go,
In lieu of having her accused again,
He’d let his heart say no.
The first time she knew well,
As he’d obeyed her silent plea,
And left her alone, no missives more,
He’d left her to be free.
But she’d refused that final gift,
And pursued him for some reason,
Creating an ever-gaping rift,
That she used against him, treason.
The second time she’d come for him,
Out of the blue with red flowers,
Which seemed to mock him for her lies,
But he’...
One day,
When the seasons drew near to a close,
And the light began to fade,
Having never confessed nor atoned for her sins,
After she had let all the monster into her,
And wasted her days on empty make believe,
Trading pretense for nourishment of her soul,
A last ray of light would come to her,
One last beam of sunshine,
And she would realize that everything he had said to her had been right,
That she had given herself to the meaningless,
To the degenerate, to the using and cruel,
And she had...
You will never be off the hook.
Even though he let’s you go by law,
Your moral stain will live with you forever,
Into the grave or scattered in the wind.
Even if you fall into the trap of a vainglorious con man,
Wed and play house once more,
That hook will remain embedded in your flesh,
Tied to your soul,
For the more you run from it, the more deeply it digs,
And it will pierce every fraud you undertake,
Jabbing at you and reminding your of your debt,
Of the crime you inflicted for no other...
The day he started caring about what people like that thought about him was the day he ceased being a real person ... as they had long ago. He didn't need to spend his time trying to relive his youth or selling himself out for money to make himself important. The day they could show they had any actual societal worth, not just to themselves, was the day they could talk. They thought he was crazy, but they had made themselves insane in their own bubble, insulated from reality, oblivious to...
It was hard to describe. Her taste in men was similar to going to a posh, 5-star restaurant and paying an exorbitant amount of money for pate that, literally, came from a can of dog food. So wrapped up in the optics of the situation and the feeling of superiority that came along with it, that no one was wise to the fact that all the food was actually cheap and likely contained horse. And the more garish the better, with gold curtains and cheap green “silk” chairs, chic trash. That would serve...
Certain jobs require that one is an immoral piece of filth. It's part of the unwritten job description, and there's no dissociating it from one's personal life. It's part of one's core being, ever-underlying one's psyche, and the people who do these jobs, no matter how genial and moral they present themselves to be, no matter how family-oriented or living they seem, are vicious scavengers. In fact, they use the guise of respectability and “normality” to fool everyone. Everything is an act....
That odd day, a witness present, when I said I’d work for a treat, cajoling a reluctant pupil. You hesitated. Then your mouth let out your desire. Oh, you would give me a “trial,” you said, as you began to rock suggestively. Now, you would say it was just a joke. But who jokes that way with one they are not attracted to, one they would never consider? Not exactly something one would say to someone one did not want to give ideas to, not to someone one did not want. Is it? Deny away. Your mouth...
You cannot save yourself from yourself, and, if anyone needs help, it’s you and always has been. So go. Chase your convenience, not understanding that it is you who are the convenience. Chase your paycheck without any thought of morality, and obscure what you do from your god with false sentiments. Your intuition is beyond broken, never asking yourself why a man with a stable of women would have any interest in you. There is a reason for it, and it is not what you tell yourself.
When you look...
It was only a matter of time before the ugly oozed in,
Ready to start its game.
Karma manifested.
There it was. Real ugly.
So ugly that the visage was clouded, undefined, like its intentions.
Desperate, smelling blood.
Another stable collector with no real interest,
But, having failed to make a capture elsewhere, looking for easier prey,
A cheap lay,
Someone that would fall for it without a challenge,
Seeking low-self-esteem.
Desperate.
A sure doombringer.
Between the ugly, greedy, and dead-eyed,...