Author: Fatesjoke

Ghosts do not stay underground, no matter how deep you bury them they always find a way to return, floating up through dirt and rock. They come back, make their presence known, their aggravation only made more plain by you trying to be free of them. Ghosts do not want to be forgotten and dirt …

I can finally look at you and not see her, hold you in my arms without feeling her touch, hear your voice absent hers echoing. Now you are your own, as I am now mine. We both bare the scars that will remind us of the time that was, was all and nothing, that was …

…was what she said as I walked past       and began to laugh. I imagined a bomb somewhere       killing a family on their way       home from church. As she laughed, I wanted to shake her       and ask her       why. I knew she didn’t have an       answer. She was just a messenger,       so someone would know       their …

I see her land on the branch before I hear their cries. I watch as she dips her beak down their throats. She gave them life, in this nest, within a Juniper bush. She still gives life to them despite the sweltering heat. She battles that heat and the other birds and the people in …

I bear witness to… impotent ideals held by incompetent men, speaking incoherent rhetoric that falls on deaf ears. I bear witness to… the collapse of power, too long held by the fear of death and destruction, of lies and corruption. I bear witness to… a future demanded by the worker bees of a nation, held …

I bear witness to a different culture, like living in another country, where skin color and sexuality define a person, of willful ignorance and hurtful actions. I bear witness and am subjected to, a redneck calling a man a “flaming homosexual” right before she climbs into her lifted F-350 and burns a gallon of fuel …

What (something observed by the mind but not known) do (instead of sitting or standing without desire) we (the collective of beings we call humanity) know (the opposite of yes, because knowledge is power, yet ignorance is bliss) ? (!)

I do not care     for the self inflicted pains of humanity     in the concrete jungle of society. My apathy wants to say more     about humanity’s condition and mine. So distant from it all I feel. A hope for a brighter tomorrow brings     conversations that dictate what is right But I just don’t care enough     to …

I saw her on the street turned around and told her to get in she took the money and asked what I wanted her name to be so I gave her your name, saw your face in her looks and your body instead of hers I took her back to my rented room and watched …

Her affections are manufactured humidity, stagnant smell in a world not fit for the putrid sweetness that announce her presence. She is an animated character, with perfectly drawn lines, scars criss crossing pale flesh, tear drop impressions of blood littering the ground around her feet. Sadness is her air with depression her fuel, we all …