He doesn't like poetry, because it's all just white noise, emitted by a human heart that was never accurate in the first place. He moves by code, numbers, graphs, and the clever voices arguing politics over the radio. There's no room for what he calls 'sentimentality.' But I am made of poetry, sometimes buzzing just … Continue reading He Doesn’t Like Poetry
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Metal Shop
He left behind a metal shop, this man who nature calls my father. All lasers, all tech, all connected via motherboards and towers full of chips. And I can't help but think, this was his. This was his world, where he dreamed, where he created... what? Why do I know so little? If someone were … Continue reading Metal Shop
Not a Demon
Back in the days when I knew the passion confused boy, we had a story-telling dream. The details didn't seem all that clear to me, as they always are for those starting to believe in their ambitions, but he seemed to have a grasp enough on it to know that, wherever we went, we'd be … Continue reading Not a Demon
Come Softly, Now
Come here, softly now, because your heart and every tender feeling of your soul is breaking, and one careless step will shatter you. I know. I've been there too. I've caught my lover's personal whore legs spread on the screen-- the page, the phone, hidden from me and stealer of all his need for me. I've … Continue reading Come Softly, Now
War Dog Lover
I'm a cat person. Always wanted a cat. Keep trying to convince the dog lover of the house that a cat isn't too bad. Besides, this cat, my cat, is soft, lovable, hugable, purrs at your feet at night, runs into walls, gives you derpy looks-- and then fills the whole house with the smell … Continue reading War Dog Lover
Victim
I hurt. Quick numb the pain numb the pain. Because there's nothing I can do to change. If only it were my fault. Numb it. Numb it. Powerless. You hurt, and you just have to hurt. SHUT UP! Numb the pain numb the pain I don't feel a thing, because what else do I do … Continue reading Victim
The Scientist’s Guide to Dating a Mummy
This is just a short little story idea I had that I thought you'd all find amusing. Only 2,000 words long and made up of several scenes that would be part of said story. The Scientist's Guide to Dating a Mummy By T.S. Lowe/LoweFantasy Somewhere in the middle beginning… The lead broke … Continue reading The Scientist’s Guide to Dating a Mummy
To Stop You
You make me tired. Maybe one day I'll get all you and you to stand still so I can breathe and figure out where my mind is kept. But for now, you are tearing aqua marine, a sky swallowing me, because I can't stop thinking, I can't get the trees to just stop and look at me. … Continue reading To Stop You
Love is Not a Boat
I don't like you. Yet how commonly is my adoration called upon to sooth your troubled waters. You set sail without me, and I'm happy. I wanted no life on turbulant seas, but why do you call? Echo for me to give you--not a life line. Not another boat or to call the life guard, … Continue reading Love is Not a Boat
To My Friend Named ‘Death’
Death, You see yourself as empty black stone; a building with no purpose. You claim the ground beneath your feet is thin, with flames beneath the surface. The days gape wide, swallow you whole, for you to past through half-digested out the other side, and you say you can smell the stench of yourself. Death, … Continue reading To My Friend Named ‘Death’
Author T.S. Lowe 