Tattoo Boulevard

LITERARY DESIGN


This is the corner of Tattoo Boulevard where art meets literature and you’ll find a vast array of poetry and flash fiction.

Body Modification.

The needle looms precariously close,
hovering with delicate precision,
over the human canvas.
Innately, the body is a work of art,
as much as a flower or a tree,
so is change not a blasphemy?

There is a tree that sits near me with
foliage spread wide and proud.
The trunk is gnarled and mighty.
The roots are tethered to
emerald green and welcoming black
while the utmost branches scrape the sky.
The tree is immense and welcoming
with the wise words of ages long gone
inscribed on its hallowed trunk.
“We may go where we want
and we may want what we know
but what we need is some love
and a place to call home.”

The needle touches skin with gentle pain,
immortal splendor and, infinite majesty.
Change is the ultimate homage to eternity,
so why not change yourself forever?

LostForMeaning

LostForMeaning(Brad) is a horror movie buff who’ll be attending university in the fall for philosophy and political science.

The Cold One Waits

vampires sucking the life out of one another  need to cure there disease to feed
Can’t though when it’s each other they crave spent so much time apart only knowing the dark after the blood that runs through your lover desperate for sun light but the curse has condemned them to moonlight

Skin may be pale what you have been told  and lead to believe is that to the touch they are cold
blessing of eternal life means nothing  if your destined to walk alone
only of emptiness without a soul when and if together the spirit is a live and continues to thrive
On it’s own though deeply deciles

Some are sapphire, with a hue of emerald when provoked crimson red
I myself have become crimson due to the circumstances of not having his light shine upon me
And all I ever wanted was to be warped within his embrace

Skin may be pale what you have been told  and lead to believe is that to the touch they are cold
blessing of eternally life means nothing  if your destined to walk alone
only of emptiness without a soul when and if together the spirit is a live and continues to thrive
On it’s own though deeply deciles

From dusk intil dawn how many passing hours with out your touch can I wait
When will we have a solution to end this never ending hunger  
Will I hold you forever in time or only in my mind

-Carolyn Sprague

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