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Short Story #1
Posted On 08/30/09 @ 07:53 AM

She lay in a bed of loneliness troubled by her emotions. The music searches for her dreams but they hide from her soul escaping the vision that is supposed to be. Time pass and her secrecy grew stronger with every agonizing moment in her life. She dares not to speak that she may reveal her desires. So she seals her LOVE away not to be seen by the soul of another. Her eyes are like diamonds made of snow beautiful but always melting away with sorrow. She escapes into nature to find peace searching for solitude from what she must face.

 

A merchant knocks at her door. She opens to see a man with the skin of bronze, with eyes of hope, with lips of truth.  He offers her ointments and garments. He goes to his knees and lays the ointment to her feet. She is intoxicated by the fragrance praising the smell, she ask from what store did you get such an ointment? He responded saying from your solitude. He then wrapped her in fine garments soothing to her skin she asked again, where did you get the material? The merchant touched her lips and said from what you are afraid to say. As the merchant touch her lips he began to speak what her heart wanted to say so many times. Her tears ran as deep as the Nile River and sorrow was freed by a kiss from the merchant. The woman curious, asks who you are? And he said I’m your heart, you left me in the garden.

 


Short Story
Posted On 08/26/08 @ 09:57 PM

I don’t have a problem with life yet it seems to have a problem with me. Is it my dark skin that strikes fear in it’s future or the mind that grows with time against it’s progression. No where to turn while memories burn that it will not heal that which it tried to destroy troublesome life since the days of a adolescent. So life what is the problem you have with me that you hit me from every direction without and ounce of affection. Some chase weed clouds to free themselves from the shackles of your oppression yet I carry the weary days of your actions on my back and climb the hills of my sins to yet start over again.

See life you robbed me so many times off my seeds that were never born because life to my earth that the time wasn’t right for them to enter this place where my soul waited with open arms to embrace. Then you send me nightmares to remind me of the eyes I never saw, the innocent hands I would never touch. Life how many tears will you squeeze from my soul that it may dry my essence out of all it’s virtue. Life you even took from me that which is apart of you, do you hate me to that degree that you sacrifice your on progression that cause me to lament?

Who are you that you robbed me of my childhood? See I awoke to foster homes and abuse from holy Christians while I cried alone because my father I was missing. My mother taken hostage by the gravity of the wild life my pops was wounded by this and had to recover while the stars of his system suffered. No family moments because their was no family this is my agony which birthed insanity in my mind so life don’t even speak just past me by that you will not have the opportunity to weigh me down. Just let me be, just let me be.





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