asmokingskeleton

1 Journeys, whether good or bad, long or short, everyone has them. And like the flow of a river they’re never ending, not stopping for no-on, speeding you along until the day you die. They are learning to walk, ride a bike, your first job, first love, like the blossom on a spring spruce, countless. But me, I’m different. I have one journey and it’s all consuming, never ending, and there’s only one way for it to cease. But do I really want it to finally end? Really, do I? That question has always tormented me through every waking moment, every dream (nightmare). I do good, more than most; bring smiles to faces, food t

Tears from the sky In pools of pain Well baby tonight I’m gonna go & dance in the rain - Queens Of The Stone Age Prologue A lone figure sat at the back of a church decked out with many a red carnation, and smiled. It was the height of summer. A time for bright sunshine to spread warmth and light and life throughout the land. And instead, the sky cried. Heavy rain fell to Earth to soak everything. And his eyes never left the coffin draped in a Spanish flag, nor wandered to the coloured glass panes depicting a crucified Christ to view the unseasonal weather outside of the cold, dark house of God. The lone figure thought the wea

you kept tuggin' on my heartstrings pullin' them loose little did i know you were makin' a noose

good for me i thought you would maybe it was we i never understood never seeing the trees for the wood it doesn't matter in all likelihood life's a blur a raging flood an actor to be misunderstood the only answer always is to love love

it's so hot in here less is more i say let's loose our minds together or at least our shirts anyway

~~~The Rose~~~ ~~~Prologue~~~ There seems to be a moment in everyone’s lives that they can remember as though it happened yesterday. An occurrence so fresh in mind, that you can close your eyes and recall the tiniest of details. What time of day it was, who you were with and where. A smell, taste, feeling, a curl of hair or dust mote or even if the birds were serenading the new day’s sun. All this because time stood still, making seconds feel like minutes, or hours… an eternity, fixing facts deep into the subconscious with a thick cement of thought. Unfortunately, this time without an end isn’t always the happiest.