Blog

It’s not the paper our lives are written on, but the words our lives are made up of that matters.

-Bradford Lee Mace

She Knew Me, Played Me And (Poem)

She knew me like the back of her hand and played me like a skilled violinist. Then broke me to pieces like a rock star smashing his guitar on stage at rock concert. – Bradford Mace

Like A Shadow Fading (Poem)

Just a fictitious person who faintly exists like a smudge on the page of a dusty old history book, no one cares to read. Like a shadow fading away as the sun goes to sleep between the clouds covered under the sheets of the stary night sky. Like a vapor lasting for a brief moment […]


Follow My Blog

Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.