Today was not like every other day, today was different.
“I’ve spent 25 years doing this, I’ve seen some things” Gord exclaimed “but I have never seen anything like this before”
Gord worked at an unusual type of prison. Staring into the 14 inch Toshiba monitor of which he had three nestled cozily amongst a series of wires, buttons and a phone sitting to the right of it all.
He stared with a flabb...
Gasping for air between waves I tried to swim my way back to shore. Each wave came on like a large area rug being shot out of a high powered cannon disintegrating after impact.
Wave after wave I endured only breathing the bare minimum to survive. I could see the shore but I could not see anyone coming to my rescue, come to think of it I couldn’t see anyone at all. The waves towered over me. for t...
Gasping for air between waves I tried to swim my way back to shore. Each wave came on like a large area rug being shot out of a high powered cannon disintegrating after impact.
Wave after wave I endured only breathing the bare minimum to survive. I could see the shore but I could not see anyone coming to my rescue, come to think of it I couldn’t see anyone at all. The waves towered over me. for t...
Singer Sam had one dream
Unrealistic it did seem
He dreamed to one day be a rocker
His voice was raspy
His rhythm ghastly
His soul was there
His heart he would bear
Singer Sam the grand rocker man
He wanted them all to see how great he could be
But nobody came
He tried to dress up glam
But nobody came
He tried punk like bam
But nobody came
He couldn’t find one single fan
Singer Sam ...
It was my happiness when I was sad. The light at the end of the tunnel. Could always depend on it to pick me up. The way it calls to me on the streets, the way I see all those around me who haven’t let that beauty go. I’m lost I’m jealous I don’t know how to speak anymore my soul has lost its mate. My lungs have had their breath taken away no more. My appetite vanished today when I let it go. Wher...
A mysterious figure hitches a ride during an intense storm. His face in the glare of the headlight sent shivers down my spine. His body shielded by a mess of fabric consisting of a hood and sleeves draped down to the ground. The light was so low it was impossible to tell where he ended and the road began. Riders on the storm started playing in my head “there’s a killer on the road” he stood with s...