Neil Blake

Joined June 2018

15 stories

Bio

Stories (15)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

The Reasons I Ask
I find myself asking what's the point in my head quite often I never have an answer for myself, just reasons to keep asking
By Neil Blake7 years ago in Poets
The Family Dog
My family always had a dog My mother, brother, and I He would sit by the door and pounce on your lap Breath heavy with smells of canned meat
By Neil Blake7 years ago in Poets
Three Things to Live For
I've lived my life in search of three things: One: The gentle kiss of a caring lover. The electricity of her lips, the tenderness of her smile as we share a moment of silence for the lovers we've left behind. Politely waving at the tides closing in on the ocean of anxiety, littered with possibilities of liquor-fueled lonely nights.
By Neil Blake7 years ago in Poets
Lie to Me
I can't stand the picture of your smile It clenches my fists and grinds my teeth Your eyes Glistening like the stars Your hands
By Neil Blake7 years ago in Poets
A Young Boy's Encounter with Him
I could spend days describing the locks you put around my ankles The cracks you put in the foundation of my character You chiseled away at me with your rough hands
By Neil Blake7 years ago in Poets
When the Hurt Is Over
Alone I sit, on this warm summer night Sun tucked away, not a shadow in sight When a breeze hits my chest, and causes me to shudder
By Neil Blake7 years ago in Poets
Evil Grin in the Mirror
I can't look at myself in the mirror I stare and I'm met with an evil grin He's stripped me of empathy and care He feeds my vices and bad habits
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
Chased Away by Fire
I can hear your voice crack in your broken prayers Wishing upon a star that's galaxies away Holding that cross necklace in your hand
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
Raindrops on my Window
There's something about raindrops hitting my window in the morning They crash into the glass pane and send echos through my room
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
Broken Homes
My parents used to tell me to toughen up I never really knew what that meant I'd stand there, arms at attention waiting for a command
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
Conflicting Love
I realize the hypocrisy of my actions I utter phrases of affection and sunlight to your face Then in confronting my fears let the shade of my character overcome me
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets
The Devil on My Shoulder
There's a devil on my shoulder He follows me around, breath burning my neck His tounge sharp and wicked like a slave masters whip
By Neil Blake8 years ago in Poets