life is like a movie
from which we play a scene
actors to a play
part players of a dream
but when it comes
to tragedies
i play the biggest part
not the leading man
but the broken heart
no one ever feels the pain
none like i do
so quietly i wait in the wings
the curtain opens act two
the leading lady finds her man
and no it isnt me
left alone to my demise
welcomes act three
this is my part
dagger thru heart
left bleeding in this play
as i watch my leading lady
slowly walks away..
hand in hand with her leading man
the final act at last
the stage is mine
as the lights start to dim
except for the one thats on me
as my life slowly comes to an end
knowing love wasnt meant to be...



writings from the tombs...




i hope you like this one....

life imitates art?

yes in this it does..but what did you think ,is it o.k, does it suck,i live for the comments,just tell me minglers,(insert your opinions please)..they are much appreciated ..and i can take constructive criticism..i write these things in a matter of minutes...i just hope for the most part you enjoy ...writings from the tombs... thank you for your time...

i think a lot of us, or at least i am writing in minutes. like exercise, its a snapshot of a moment or a sensation or an impression of how we experience... im not a poetry critic but my initial comment would tell you that your poem led me to think. which is more authentic, art or life, your suffering or the transient nature of relationships and love.

so loves tragedy was beginning to end, a well crafted visual storybook upon read

Your writings my dear hold much depth and meaning,,, Its always a pleasure to sit and read and ponder a bit,,

Excellent write tombraider. The twists and turns caught up in the silver screen of life.

Good write

Very visual and heartfelt....this write is so human, and is embedded in raw emotion.