In the crossroads where silence meets sound, I find holy ground And I crave the pain of bravery When a moment of empathy flowers into envy I cry without knowing why I wish for a broken spirit so that I can fly The disparity of my reality So many ifs and maybes Falling Fading Like life smoke escaping From being at the end of a rope Holding on to life And the only friend Is the Strife Slowly transforming your coal dusty sou...

I was sitting inside at a table with a few children, and we were doing puzzles. It was so hot that we, the teachers, had made the executive decision to bring the kids inside and just chill out. We had Netflix for kids on the TV and some of the children were sitting on the mat and watching. Three of them, actually, had fallen asleep, all in the same position, all facing the same direction, funnily enough. Some of the other...

OrdinaryVeryNot beautifulAt allSo what about herScares meInvadesMy inner calm?Disturbs my senseOf whatI amWho I thoughtMyself to beForced to faceAnd not avoidThe truth of what this means:If I outrivalOrdinaryYet itEclipses meThere is no wayI can competeHe loves her moreThan me. 

Order is the semblance of understanding, like a sturdy ship upon which we sail precariously above the oceans of suppressed concerns.The steady sway of the ocean can appear as an alluring expanse of conquered space until at once, the unexpected dangers of our subconscious appear, like a subaqueous predator, transforming our reality into an entirely unknown terrain of terror. The structure of our presuppositions upon which...

Joyce tapped a pen against the IRS Auditor’s desk nervously. The dark haired auditor was quietly reading from a stack of papers. “So, this year you have worked in twelve states, earning $448,227 dollars from 37,000 some odd hours of work this year.” The pen tapped faster. “Yes, that is correct.” “How many identities have you sold this year?” The pen rattled against the table now. “Just five.” Joyce stopped beating the tab...

Another Heavenly Flower Blooms { The scriptures tell us we will have a new name in Glory} By Don Ford We see our garden flowers in bloom. They brighten up a summer’s day. Grown for all their fragrance – color; They cheer us on our earthly way. But ever think that God above; Who also planted us below, Who draws each flower from the earth; That Heaven’s where we bloom and grow. He plants us in this darkened world. And when...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I amNothing.AndSomething.Something andNothingThat float in the ether,Shadows of grace on the ancient days;Patters of rain on the rocks of suffering;Bolts of blue lightning on the endless ocean;Whispers of pain in the ears of my beloved.I amSighs.AndGasps.Gasping andSighingOn the eve of Tomorrow,Bending and swaying in legends of...

What is it to be South African? Who are we this multiracial nation?Broken down and reformed Tottering around like a child learning to walk Every little thing seems to push us down But we get up and start againTrying to find an identity When all around us people gleefully watch us fail From a past of racial injustice Violence and apathyLooking for hope Within this melting pot of different races Trying to live down the mist...