Nathan Shane Prior
Bio
I always tell the truth, even when I lie.
Stories (5/0)
Just words
The Beginning: Everybody wants to make money and conquer the world. Nobody wants to make love and conquer their souls. Everybody always lies. Even when they tell the truth. You can always see the hurt. Though the stitches. You are all intertwined. Your smile in the morning are your tears at night. I can see through it all. When you’re not right. You say one thing but mean something else. You do one thing when you were meant to do someone else. You are someone when you were meant to be someone else. You hurt one person, when you were meant to hurt yourself. How can you be someone. Do something. Say something; And move one step closer to nothing.
By Nathan Shane Prior4 years ago in Poets
New Years Day
“It’s another day of pouring another drink and another day of waiting for love.” Zenei murmured, twisting and killing the last cent of his cigarette in the ash tray, over filling with his past drags. The Uncle would always pour his thoughts into the ash tray. Each puff, a piece of wisdom finding peace. Ben Geinon, his delighted nephew would often find himself the victim of Zenei’s company, and although it was overwhelming at times, it soothed the soul.
By Nathan Shane Prior4 years ago in Families