Rafael Tavares Jr.
Stories (9/0)
Shadow of a kiss
You ever have a kiss so ingrained into your soul that it haunted you no matter how many lives you lived? The memory of it teased you, flashed in your head every instance that it got? Those lips burned in your very unconscious consciousness. Every where you’d go you would see them as if petals to a spectacular rose that you once held in your care.
By Rafael Tavares Jr.about a month ago in Poets
You want to know what depression is like?
You want to know what depression is like? Well lets start off by taking your saddest moment. Even in that saddest moment a part of you knows that this will pass. At some point your reason for sadness will fade. It will die down you will move forward even if at that horrible moment it feels like your world will end.
By Rafael Tavares Jr.3 months ago in Psyche
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Twenty years ago, at the World Trade Center filming with our videographer about us. We were at the World Trade Center because it played a part in our courtship. We decided it should be one of the locations in our wedding video. During a break from filming, I went over to one of the towers and I touched it lovingly. After a moment I said
By Rafael Tavares Jr.8 months ago in Humans
Mistress Depression
I could hear the sound of booted steps breaking the eerie still of the ebony night. It was a slow monotonous walk and each step pounded into my heart. Boom boom boom boom... finally it stopped i could tell that the person was standing right behind me. Before they spoke, I knew who it was, i had not forgotten that cold dead feeling. How could i, i was embraced by it for a long time. As much of an enemy as it was, it was also a long lost lover.
By Rafael Tavares Jr.8 months ago in Poets
Window Princess
Oh where have you gone my window princess, I find my desk so empty without your purring tone, no one is passing neath me, no soft and furry tail teasing me to go to bed. No one is keeping me company as I plot and plan and rant, no one is waiting oh so patiently in her light blue milk crate.
By Rafael Tavares Jr.8 months ago in Poets
