Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Stains of Pain

Cough, cough, cough up the black licorice fire of charcoal vomit from the medicinal spasm in my torturous thoughts.

Think, think, think of the wind soaked blue grey flight nearly leaped from the sunset 8th floor balcony.

Taste, taste, taste the cold blue steel of the 32 mm revolver on my tongue against the brain intended bullet.

Suicide skips this spot today, only to visit again, with hopes to steal the soul of a pain-soaked, willing victim, ready to plunge head first into concrete coffins of city sidewalks, leaving stains of sorrow.

Stains that beg forgiveness from those who cannot comprehend a life of being hunted by pain.

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Monday, December 29, 2014

Knowing The Real

Until you've crested the mountain top
With your mechanical speed between your thighs
Until you've seen the sprawling horizon
With tears flowing from joyful eyes
Until you face the pounding wind
At 80 miles as you ride
Until you face all fellow humans
With nothing left to hide
Until you've veered between the semis
On highways of rubber and steel
You've not known the fear of living
And you've not known what is real

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About Sash

People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the naughty, biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)