Submissions by skillo2020 (Daniel Hastings)

Infectious intentions rolling by in an armored facade of public transportation.
So obviously contagious is the temperament of the privileged.
I was one of them
Once.
As carefree and casual as a prolonged holiday.
Tenaciously giving grace to a tee.
Every situation was abundant with overflowing fair minded jealousy.
I can remember days
When I would antagonize ambiguity with deliberately placed conviction.
How I long to remember what that felt like.  
Still
The Architecture of the originals me
Flawlessly illustrates the primordially...

This day came crawling on so slowly
I caught myself fighting it with my teeth
Watching as my morning grew fingers
Pilfering all the intangible ideologies set before me
I am not certain what I used them for in the beginning
They were all second-hand and coughed up
As useless as the end of a road
Yet, throughout the day I found myself screaming
Your sanity is right beneath the skin
So let me scratch and tare until it bleeds forth
A new way of living that is a metaphor for an old way of being

Driving by its getting late
I see a woman
Looked no more than twenty eight
Out on the triangle of broken dreams
Been out here since seventeen
Surrounded by death, drug dealers, and dope fiends  

She had
Bad hair, missing teeth, and a dark complexion  
Her blemished and jagged hands
Searching under the lid of a trash can
Hoping to find some discarded food beneath

While three hungry mouths look up at her waiting to be fed
The children malnourished
Looking half dead

Tonight her pride and patience is being...