TattoosRead my body like an open book before you -Tattoos10 years ago in Free Verse
You call them tattoos; I call them my soul.
I cut my life's story into my skin so I'd never forget,
Then I covered up with cloth in shame.
Now I'm naked before your cold, unyielding eyes;
I shiver and wonder if you understand -
I'm an allegory, not a man.
I never told but now you know -
Tattoos and scars – this is my soul.
TattoosTattoos are evidenceTattoos2 years ago in Free Verse
that sometimes we love something
we forever want it embedded
And even if the colors fade,
and the lines become wrinkled
Or even if we form a strong abhor;
an everlasting distaste for it,
the thing we loved
will forever be part of us
For like the ink it's written in,
true love lasts
TattoosTattoos. One for each moment in life that actually had meaning. I adore running my hands along the painted skin, the ink that should not naturally be there. Each design is beautiful and intricate, none of them simple, and all of them unique. There are many on this single body and they are all in many different places positioned on her glowing skin.Tattoos5 years ago in Short Stories
Her first is the seahorse on the left side of her chest, just above her heart. Small, yellow, cute. It represents her younger sister, Jane, who died at age twelve. She had leukemia and, though she suffered, I was told that she always had a bright smile on her youthful face. "Why a seahorse?" I had asked her once. She explained that it was the stuffed animal she had bought Jane when she was first hospitalized at the age of ten. Ever since that day, Jane never went anywhere without that stuffed seahorse, which was small enough for her to carry in her little, fragile hands. "She died with it in her arms," she told me, tears threat
TattoosI was going to meet him. Finally. Couple days ago he'd come back from New York, where he nowadays lived the most of his time, and was now in Berlin. I was excited and happy about this, but still something inside me was poking the button that sent nervousness down my spine. The awkwardness might be in the fact that we hadn't met each other in over one and half year. Our lives had changed a huge amount since Rosenrot releasing, touring and after we gave Rammstein a break. Every one of us had gone to a little different direction, taken time for ourselves and our families. It was needed.Tattoos4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Last time I'd actually met him had been in New York in 2007 when his band's album came out. Emigrate. If you ask me, I see that the band didn't take off too well and albums got sold only by the power of his previous band. Rammstein fans were buying the album. He of course doesn't want to admit that nor the fact that after the lower market sale than he expected, he forsook the band in a