Stagnant Stories

Darkness. Stillness. Loneliness. Three hells, amassed within the contents of a human skull to torture the mind. Artistically speaking, they are the kerosene that keeps the fire of poetry alive. Consciously, they're traumatically destructive.

Elliot went to school, moved away, got that art degree he'd dreamt about since God knows when. Graduation happened, that tassel moved left and Elliot stood still as life moved on. A Millennial stuck in the mud, cigarette in hand and reaching for a vine. Now what...?

A poem-

A stagnant life meant trouble, why me?

A girl returns home to her mother's occult shop to find that nothing has changed. Her mother won't deal with her problems. Her father won't let go of his. For this family, it seems the day is always ending. But will it ever end? [ © 2017 by shaye ]

-poetry-

stagnant- of a body of water or the atmosphere of a confined space) having no current or flow

One's journey in life is unknown and seemingly an endless void. Will you accompany me for a while, my dear reader? Basically, it's a vent book.

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The pony gang are at it again! Why did someone eat all party food?

Humorous poem. Giving inanimate a touch of reality.

fell upwards but missed the ether (2019)

This is a growing anthology of my works in poetry. Hope you enjoy...