Stories,Stickers and Stamps

Alone.On the road. Kicked and kicked out. Struggling,fighting. Looking and searching.No goal,no destination,no beginning no start to the journey. Always on the road,on the move,keep going forward,never look back. No family,lonely,by himself.No place to call home,nobody to call his own. Nothing to come back to,nowhere to go to.No love.Broken,heartbroken,useless,discarded. Used and abused,bruised and shattered. No love,no hope just sex,survival,struggle. From day to day,from sunrise to sunset. Seen,heard,knows and struggles. Fights it,numbs it,never looks back. Moving on. Keeps going. New people,new faces,new voices,new memories. Same notions,no devotion,broken,shattered,left behind and leaving behind. Back on the road,alone and lonely. New chapter,same story. New day,same life. Hoping,praying,struggling,surviving.   

Elisa.So young. So beautiful.    Since she was a kid she was embracing the world. Always energetic,always active.Natural at sports,fast and agile,great aim. She was a talented kid. Tutors,teachers,family,all believed she will go far.So smart too. Always acing the school. Parents so proud. Such a talented little angel.    As years have gone by,young Elisa continued to succeed. She became the better version of what she was already.Top of her class in college,aced it all,got the degree. Professors so impressed,she was their star. Always part of the college clubs,getting involved,active. Into sports and getting trophies. Elisa is always surrounded and admired by people. So beautiful,so talented. Everyone heard of Elisa.    Since childhood she had a voice of an angel. Taking high notes,singing on for days..what a star. Everyone thought she will go far,she will be a star no matter what she does. Talented,popular,surrounded by people,admirers,lots of ...

   With you I feel alive. On top of the world,euphoria. You make me happy,make me smile. Every touch is a jolt of electricity running straight to my heart. Coursing through my veins,static.Every kiss is flame melting the hard ice shell, frozen up through the years. I’m aflame,alive,electrified and enthralled. When we together,time stops,frozen,just you and I.Us. Fireworks, in the skies full of stars and yet we see just dark and the colours we make. When we apart,heart aches,breakes and shakes. Begs and screams for you, to come back. Lost confused and begging for more. This love is dangerous,it’s an incurable infection that is spreading fast. It takes hold,doesn’t leave and makes you loose all control. Our love is the rain in the desert and the storm on the brightest day. It’s up and down,it’s hope and despair. Tears,euphoria..You give me all. A storm wrecking the island of me, with the tender embraces and the hot summer kisses. The storm, floods my heart and leaves me cru...

   Adrift, in the cold emptiness of the never ending dark. Floating through time and space,lost,alone. Nothing is around,nobody is close by. Just you and the vast big emptiness. Relaxed,letting go,floating. Slowly moving forward into deeper nothingness with no fear,excitement or any emotion. Just there,just afloat,adrift. Bodies of rock,big and small pass by,slowly rotating and slowly moving on,passing by, themselves. The rock has no purpose, yet it still keeps on floating forward. Stars shine in the distance. A messenger,a memory,a figment of the past. A new hope for the better tomorrow and a clarity for the moment that is now. A guide,slowly joined by the others,ever watchful. Guiding,calling,comforting and encouraging.    The thoughts creep in,hard to let go..the past,the present and the future but the moment demands clarity. To keep on moving forward, the moment demands clarity in order to keep the journey going. A massive space body,gas,light,an insignifi...

   Curse. It’s as if..it’s as if you trying to do things,get things done,get what you want but no matter what you do,how much you try,no matter what,you can’t. You have this feeling,this desire you want to fulfil.You keep pushing,keep getting things done,you get closer,so close but it is never quite enough. So close but not enough. You know what you want,you have an idea of how to get it. You try,you fail,you keep trying and you being optimistic but it never quite works out. It’s frustrating,it’s infuriating,it’s sad and sometimes you just feel like you had enough. Like you done,you can’t no more. It feels like a cruel joke. You have been created,no matter how you believe you were,you were..and you are the way you are,so you pursue the things you want and the things that define you and what you stand for. You stumble and fall and you get up and keep on going and you keep pushing and you keep falling and it feels like it is never enough. It feels like a cruel joke. You are...

I know some of you were concerned about my well being lately. That is very thoughtful,thank you. I can understand how it might seem I'm in the bad place with some dark sad stories I post.But,I am ok. the stories I write are inspired by imagination,other works of fiction,memories and experiences.So quite often it's just the flow taking over and creating the story. Sometimes my stories are driven by the emotion of the moment but it is nothing that I cannot handle and happens to everybody.I have been through some stuff and I know if it gets bad,there is always help. So,if you yourself suffer from anything from heartbreak to depression to just being sad..remember you are not alone. Happens to me,to the others,that's life..If it gets bad,seek some help,just talk to your friends. Cliche but..it gets better. Talking helps. Anyways..Guys,everyone,take care,talk to those close to you,you are not alone,I'm always here and I am OK..it is all good and when emotions take hold it is ...

   Many people heard the story of the abyss. The story of the drop,the hole in the ground,the abyss and the end of the earth,whatever you wanna call it. Many people heard it,the singing. Select few have been down there and told the story,and oh,it’s a good one. Everything you have heard,it’s true.    So the story is that there is this abyss,pure dark,massive hole,a big drop. Pretty much most people don’t know where it leads,what is down there and how did the hole came to be. However,most people can agree on the singing. From deep within the caverns,from deep darkness comes the singing. It is faint but, you can clearly make it out. It’s a young woman. Soft sweet voice,singing. It sounds so sad,so melancholic. It is as if she sings for someone,she is sad,mourning. Many have reported the song,so beautiful but oh so sad. Nobody can make out the words, but it is a song and it is a very sad one.     Some people have been down there. Just a couple ap...

Poor guy. Look at him..Dead,in the middle of the street. Such a shame. Good looking,young guy with a bright career ahead of him. Such a great shame. Just lying there,cold,dead. What a shame. He could have gone far.    I heard some people say he was a really nice guy. He was sweet and always nice and helpful. One time he helped neighbour’s kids to get the ball back and then there is a story about him rescuing a pet of an old lady. Apparently he was very nice,very sweet,so helpful. Always polite,and smiling.    I heard his parents are absolutely devastated. They are heartbroken..Can you blame them?Such a good guy,They had high hopes for him. He was doing so well at college. Always sweet,never hurt anyone. He loved his parents and they loved him back so much. They were a happy family.    I heard he was a star in college. He was doing very well,was involved in the student council and was really into sports. Good looking guy. Had all the girls and al...

   That night was magical. The dance floor was flooded with people,energy flowing through.Lights were bright,the spirits were high and the place was filled with laughter and song.    You could hear everyone laugh and talk and have a great time. Some people were catching up with their old friends,some were on a date,others were on a hen night while also, there was and occasional singleton,a free spirit enjoying themselves and out for a possible conquest. Music was loud,beat was strong. You could hear the lyrics in your head and the beat was coursing through you. The lights were hazy,bright and hitting every corner of the place. People were drunk on the liquor and the atmosphere. The spirit of the night was alive,full of energy and it was infectious.    There she was. Even though the place was full and packed with people, sweaty bodies,she stood out like she was the only one there. Right in the middle of the dance floor,caught in the moment like the ...

    It is like any other morning this summer, but this time I actually stopped and paid attention. This time I actually saw what was around me.    This morning the skies were clear and blue. The beautiful vibrant kind of blue. You could see the soft light in the horizon coming from the rising morning sun. It felt warm,bright.It felt serene and made me happy. Made me appreciate the day that little bit more. The streets were quiet and empty, with occasional car passing by, being the precursor for the rush to come,as the sleepy world was slowly waking up from it’s long slumber. Waking up from the dark and quiet into the world of light and motion. You could feel the energy slowly rise on the street with the morning light, as the sleepy world was waking up and people were getting ready for the day ahead.    The nature around was complementing and adding to the picture of the wonderful morning and the beautiful day to come. The lush,vibrant green’s all a...

   Struggling. Slowly descending into the deep, dark water's below. It's as if I'm grabbing for something that is not there,reaching,trying but to no avail. Nothing but emptiness,the vast empty open of the murky underwater.I am being pulled.Lower,deeper,it's getting darker and heavier. I'm grasping for air,trying to breathe but the air is not there.Waves smashing against me.Throwing me back and forth.Struggle.A fight. A violent brawl.It's difficult to stay afloat. I am trying I am fighting but I am being pulled deeper. Energy leaving me.Getting weaker. body is nothing but the stone now.I struggle with the last of my energy..Until..until i give up. No energy left,empty body,a struggle lost and the darkness has won today. My body slowly carried by a wave,pushed and pulled until it is smashed deep in the waters. Water pushes on me harder,drags me down,no energy,no air,just a floating body. A remnant of that what was. A body stripped of what made it me. In the last ...

   Lost,confused and terrified. He woke up in the room he has never seen before. The body was aching and it seemed like the pain would never end. The head was ringing. He slowly reached for the head and felt the bandages. Taking a minute to orientate himself, he realised where he was. Hospital?No,not hospital. It was a house. He was wearing a robe,had a bandaged head and bandages all over his body. He saw all this,now that he has gotten out of bed,he was inspecting himself in the mirror. “What the hell happened to me?”-was his first thought."Where am I?".The room itself was bright from the light coming out of the window. The room was covered in old dated wallpaper,covered in pictures of strangers. Kids,elderly. “Who are these people?Why am I not in the hospital?”.Thoughts kept rushing through his mind and piercing pain let itself be known.” You gotta take it easy!”-he thought to himself. After sitting down for a brief moment,Joseph was back on his feet. He approached the...

  As the days of yesterday were moving out of the view,new dawn has begun. The dawn of new beginnings. Fresh starts and new stories. People are are rushing but somewhere out there,there’s your new best friend. Your love,your new hobby and new favourite book. The possibilities for all the new’s are endless. That next person you might talk to,might be your new lover or your new best friend. They might open your mind and turn it upside down. They might totally mess you up,you and that mind of yours but you will never know til you try,you will never know til you let go and go with the flow. That new person might open new horizons,teach you new things and guide you to new places. They might open your eyes to the things you have never seen before and let that side of you,of thought was sleeping. They might bring out the best in you,they might bring out the worst but the experiment is worth taking as you will never know until you jump and life is all about the jumps. The many jumps y...

   The husk. Nothing but the empty husk left of the person you used to be. Drained of all life. Lost all love within you. Tired of crying. Angry and sad. Not hungry,sleeping all the time. No light please,I just want to stay in the dark today. They all try to get you out of the bed but you just don’t feel like it. They want you to eat but you are not hungry and even sick. You don’t want anything,you don’t want anyone. You want to be left alone. A Husk of what you used to be. A shell of your former self. Distorted,twisted,empty used and hurt by other people. You do not have the energy or strength to carry on. You do not want to keep going with this,see this,deal with this and want to run away. Run away from you life right now,run away from you life as is and forget it all. Every time you think about the run,you remember it all. You have the memories and there is no running. No matter how far you run,you run from yourself and the memories catch up with you and what you are. ...

   A charming stranger. Thick dark hair. Piercing dark hazel eyes. The moment you look at them they make you forget it all. The full lips which make you think bout nothing but kissing them. The pretty face to look at but oh this face has seen things and done it all. The body you want to touch,you want to hold and feel. The body itself tells a story. The clothes on the back and the way the stranger holds themselves. A confidence. Looks good,feels good. The confidence is false. It is there to hide the scars,the pain and insecurity. You feel and see the confidence but you know there's so much more to the mysterious stranger. You feel the pain,you see the story. You hear the memories they speak of with their soothing,gentle voice. The voice lulls you into a mesmerising slumber. The stranger does it all the time to others and you are the latest victim, but you see what they are and what they stand for. You know what they are capable of and what they doing and yet you know,ther...

“I am going!”-she said. “No,don’t go!Don’t worry about it,it’s ok. I’m sorry its all my fault.Just don’t worry about it.”-I replied “No,I should.We need this.”-she said leaving.    It’s all my fault. I knew it will end but I could not stop myself.Lately it has gotten worse,I cannot control it,I have to have it! It feels so good and I just want to keep doing it. It’s gotten worse with time and it wasn’t this bad before. I just need it,I want it. Now,it’s all my fault and she puts up with it. Constantly,same thing. It’s just the way it makes me feel. Warm,comfortable and content. Can you blame me?It tastes so good. It helps me forget,it helps me get lost in the moment and nowadays there is so much choice.I want to try them all. Before I knew it,she was back. I smiled half-hearted, feeling guilty. It WAS my fault,guilt was rushing,coursing though me. The all consuming gut wrenching feeling,oh God why. I’m sorry you had to go all the way there just for this. “I’m ...

   The land where human emotions turn into creatures. A fragmented world full of toil and suffering,full of happiness and promise of hope. A land where time stands still and it is all one and the same and yet, many and much more.    The sadness,is a,sad little creature. It’s moaning and moping around,looking hurt and down. Never really quite happy.Poor sadness,nobody likes it,nobody want’s to feel it. At least it’s got compassion to keep it upbeat. Compassion always tried to keep sadness happy and gives it hope, but none can be found as sadness is set on it’s ways. Compassion is a pretty little thing,so sweet and gentle. Speaking of hope,always so optimistic. Light on his feet,always determined and ready.Never gives up.Hope is involved in everything and with everyone,people do like their hope. So upbeat,almost to the point of sickening. That’s what anger says. Always not happy,always angry. It is a surprise how this land is still standing with all the anger li...

  Hey guys just writing to tell you,I been bit busy. Events in personal life plus a bit professionally are taking hold,so I ask you to bear with me. I do want to keep writing and I am when can,just not sure how steady will the updates be. I will try to keep uploading every day/couple of days but if not,still here just going through things.Changes. So yeah,thanks for checking my blog,being patient,do keep coming back,it's not dead or dying or I'm gone. Just a little changes taking hold. Soon back to business either way as well. Thanks and keep on reading. Arthur

   The whittling flame. Waning slowly but surely. Loosing it’s light,growing duller with every moment of it’s life. The light is not as bright as it used to be, until the flame dies out. The warmth. The warmth of the flame still there. You can feel it around you,you can feel it making you feel content and happy but soon, the warmth wanes just like the light itself. Soon after,nothing is left. Nothing but the husk of that what was. Nothing, but the memories of the light and the warmth of the flame. Nothing is left now. Just the remnants of the time gone by,of that what was. You feel encroaching sadness, as the flame meant a lot to you and your life,yet you are stronger from knowing the fact, that the new flame will rise.    That new flame will be the new light of your life,it will guide you and help you anew. One flame may be snuffed out but another one, will be lit to keep the fire burning.   The flame will keep you warm and content. This flame will guide...

   I saw him that night. There he was. He owned the whole place.The energy around him was electric. As if by some magnetic force the people were drawn to him,floating like butterflies around hi. Everyone wanted to be with him,everybody wanted to be around him. He oozed confidence,energy and masculinity. He was the one. The one I was looking for all this time,all these years. There he was,right in front of me and even though whole place was floating around him like the some storm sucking everything in around it,he just had the eyes for me. We were locked in the gaze right that moment,frozen in time. Not a care in the world,the moment where everything was scary and bright,exciting,electric and scary. There we were,locked in the gaze,the moment that would trigger the story of us. His dark hair were darker than night itself. His eyes shone in the dance lights like the sparkle of a champagne. He was dressed sharp,looking good. It looked like he had it all and at that moment,he...

   There I was,holding my breath. Eyes wide open,trying my best, not to let in or out any bit of air, in case I am found or heard, or any of the sort. He was right next to me.Tall,slim,built well. He seemed like any other man but the air around him was pure poison. It was so ominous. Like the quiet before the storm in the human form. The unspoken violence pulsing in the air. I was standing still,scared to move,locked in place as if I'm frozen. His eyes were wide open,crazed. Looking for me,hunting. What did he want?Why is he here?How did he find me and what happens next?All these things racing through my mind in this single second, which seemed to last an eternity. He was breathing heavy,hunting his prey and this single moment of pause,moment of silence made his being that much more animalistic. His strong big hands covered in blood, scarlet red.They were holding on to the wall,hard,with anger and power. I could see the blood dripping to the floor. The drops, were never louder...