Tattered Papers

Tattered Papers is a collection of stories and poems that comprise the worlds that the author, Joshua Boyce, has walked in. They exist in his mind and on paper and, now, hopefully, you will journey through the same world he imagines.

Ambrose Bierce

“QUILL, n. An implement of torture yielded by a goose and commonly wielded by an ass. This use of the quill is now obsolete, but its modern equivalent, the steel pen, is wielded by the same everlasting Presence.”

A Captured Love

You lay within his arms again, you lay within his bed.
His chilling smile, his alluring style, fills me still with dread.
You sport the bruises of his 'love' and bleed it out the more.
You call him 'love', you call him 'dove', he only calls you whore

"He beats you and mistreats you in the name of love alone,
But my love is sure, my love is pure and forever will atone.
He hates you, yes! berates you 'cause he has no love at all!
But my love refines, my love's divine and saves you from the fall."

You say the tears are poetic and they represent your joy
But he hits you still, until you feel nothing to enjoy
You sing to him to cover all the rights and all the wrongs
But listen please, I beg, I plead do listen to my song

"He beats you and mistreats you in the name of love alone,
But my love is sure, my love is pure and forever will atone.
He hates you, yes! berates you 'cause he has no love at all!
But my love refines, my love's divine and saves you from the fall."

So heed my call and listen to my alluring, loving song
Don't be swayed, he will betray with every single wrong.
He longs for you, he longs to be the beautiful one I am
In his pride, he can't but die and forever be but damned.

"He beats you and mistreats you in the name of love alone,
But my love is sure, my love is pure and forever will atone.
He hates you, yes! berates you 'cause he has no love at all!
But my love refines, my love's divine and saves you from the fall."

So I give myself to ransom you from his deathly hold
I'll give myself to take your hell and make your chains to gold.
He'll take my life and with it he'll believe that he was won
But with my death, I know it best, I'll have you as my love

"He beats you and mistreats you in the name of love alone,
But my love is sure, my love is pure and forever will atone.
He hates you, yes! berates you 'cause he has no love at all!
But my love refines, my love's divine and saves you from the fall."

So come to me and let me whisper words of love and life.
How with my blood, and with my love I captured you from strife.
I defeated him who only wanted you for death itself.
I pulled you out and without a doubt I took away your Hell.

"He beats you and mistreats you in the name of love alone,
But my love is sure, my love is pure and forever will atone.
He hates you, yes! berates you 'cause he has no love at all!
But my love refines, my love's divine and saves you from the fall."

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