The Remains of a Lost Soul
By Vinnie Dime
So you closed your heart
That’s the reason why
You need to look for substitutes
Seemingly quenching your thirst for well-being
For some time
But in the long run
It’s not working
Because there is no substitute
Only the ephemeral illusion of it Continue reading
by The Gold Hourglass
Crusted blood on my shirt, arrows shot fast at me, and yet I sensed no fear. I sought revenge for the day I was thrust into the depths of dark fear.
Images of that day always flashed before me. Images of my father, my brother, and my betrothed lying in a heap with their throats slit. The sound of Evil’s laughter in the form of my cousin, our general who had turned on us. He did this to taunt me to remind me that he was in control. Continue reading
Two Lost Souls
By Vinnie Dime
Two lost souls
Sitting next to each other
Wondering if they are
Made for one another
“He’s got to make a move
This is how it works
He’ll do something
If he really likes me” Continue reading
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This pain is debilitating,
Each month recurring,
Programmed like clockwork,
Neat and lasting
Just as long as it should.
Dark powerful, undermining
Gashes I can’t escape.
I am stuck here,
Lying on my back,
Short of breath,
Hot, and trembling,
Prisoner of this body,
I have been stuck with since birth. Continue reading
I require a sharp harness, a remote, high-tech device to take control.
I cannot wait. It is slipping away. Evading. Passing by.
I cannot capture it. I cannot pause it,
Nor stop it, I need to tame it,
Bend it to my will
Yet it is
Turning back, skipping forward,
It is a slippery matter. It seems to roar, evolve
And revolve with a will of its own. It waves a sense of fate.
History. Destiny. I need to escape. Still. Relentlessly, it shoves it in my face.
First published on Diary of a Soul Writer
Texte original par Ninefifteen
J’avance sur ce chemin
Où nous avons ri, cueilli des fleurs
Échangé des rêves Continue reading