It was the best of times and the worst of times. Sitting in the Rio de Janerio airport at midnight with my newly-adopted seven-month old daughter and five-year-old son. All three of us in tears. This was an unexpected stop on our flight home. With three carry-on bags and totally exhausted children, I couldn’t fathom how we would get on the next flight.

That’s when an angel appeared, disguised as a very elderly man wearing what appeared to be a janitor’s uniform. He picked up our bags along with my son and nodded toward where the plane was boarding. A sympathetic flight attendant allowed him to get us to our seats as I constantly repeated one word -- gracias!

she was unbalanced and I the calm before the storm,

chaos ran through our blood like hot molten lava.

pain brought us together,

and love split us apart.

she offered me a cup full of dust

and I drained my heart of empty love and broken bones

chaos became our blood

she ran away

and I…frozen in place.

She was all dressed up with no one to love.

her heart wrapped in the torn fabric caused by sharp jagged fingernails and poisoned lips.

her tender soul was clothed in old rags and unfinished stories.

She was all dressed up with no one to love.

with lilies blooming in the spaces between her fingers and rose thorns for tears.

her unbreakable skin soaked with disappointment and nightmares.

she was all dressed up and holding the sun in the palm of her hand… Alone.

So certain I knew who'd sent the flowers with the anonymous love note, I went and told him apologetically it would never work. He just looked confused, then nodded toward my best friend standing there, as if that should mean something to me. It took some time, but I eventually figured it out. I’m now married to my best friend.

darkness bleeds into breathless secrets that could never be told

kneeling on sharp debris chiseled out from shattered dreams

creeks of endless silence and rivers overflowed with liquid gold

kneeling on stars before her smile i no longer recognize myself

- deathetix

Little children gigglin’,

Playing ev’r so happily

By the ancient tree

One slips by a root &

Kicks it with lots of force.

As the other children leave

The kid who kicked the tree

Snaps one of the twigs he finds

As soon as he does so— somethin’

Picks him up off the ground

The child is pulled inside the tree

With not enough air to breathe

He gasps and tries to jump~

But he’s then pulled much deeper

And further into the ancient tree.

An owl lands on a tree branch

It hoots and turns its head 360

The branch creaks, starts to shake

Giving the bird a hint to fly away

As for the kid, he found no exit

There his body lay trembling

Shaking, freezing, stuck underground

With no way out- the other kids

Had not noticed he was missin’!

Rest of the town knew not to harm

The Ancient Tree.

#TheAncientTree

5th August, 2020.

moonlight from the window

illuminated fingerprints

painted blood-stained glass

casted shadows intertwined

on the white concrete wall

her dark shadow i can’t erase

stone-paved road under the

bleeding soles of my bare feet

left a trail as red as her lipstick

leading to where the quiet sky

kissed the drunk waves of the

sapphire ocean under a galaxy

starlit depths of her shadow

my empty body dissolving

in cold waves crystals break

for her i’ll di s a p p e a r

dreaming in these waters

as i drown myself to life

- deathetix

WRITER

Nutrition Facts

Serving Size: 1 Storyteller

Amount Per Serving

% Daily Value*

Tears of Readers 230%

Insanity 120%

Imagination 290%

Ideas 540%

Actually writing 0.01%

Dont worry about my browser history I’m a writer 1000%

Time spent on Baby Name Websites <> 370%

Not Sure If Writer’s Block Or Just Lazy

<> 220%

*Percent Daily Values may vary depending on internet access and amount of sleep.

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#WRITER

29/07\2020 [Wednesday].