Alarm goes off and you get your eyes unglued It’s time to get your little monsters out of bed You get them showered, fed, dressed, packed You walk the dog in fuzzy slippers to the bus Where you send the kids off with a loving fuss Get back home where you feed the puppy dog…
Liquid prisms Caught the light Falling desperately Sounding like Shattering glass Shards of hope Splintering on Checkered floors Black and white Copyrights Stepping on Red carpets Unfolding Flawed Unraveling Lazily across Pressure points Where mean girls Wait to draw blood And where dreams Drown in the prisms Of so many tears
Teeth Nash Grind Chip Fall away Toothless Grins Painted Strategically Carefully Painfully On surfaces Designed Inked Tattooed Over Emotionally Scarred And Broken Tissue
Darkness sucks in a deep breath. I can hear it gasping for air. My air. As if it needs my life… to save it. I can see it pacing on the walls, Dripping from the ceiling above, And swallowing the floor below As the candle beside my bed dances. I close my eyes to a…
Steps They are important They carry you From point A To point B From the start To the end From danger To safety From pain To…. Steps They are important But they can’t Rid your heart Of the pain That stays Always
Certain names Just the spelling of them Or the places you see them Or the context which they’re placed Make you want to slit your wrists Certain scenes Remind you that you are garbage A piece of trash, disposable, used A pile of shit to be carefully avoided Or even worse Turn you into the…
She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time. The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection. Realization would come. But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows. Hordes…
I can tell because of the fog That I must take special care I must write my name in it On the foggy piece of glass So as to not forget myself It’s easy to get lost inside The wisps of “here nor there” Surrounded by smoky layers Of “what if’s” and “why not’s”…
Please welcome Duncan Swallow to #BeREALationships. I’d gone to a party on my ownsome, and R arrived with someone else. About an hour later she was sitting on my lap exploring my tonsils. I’d got a bit of a reputation for being a poacher, since something similar had happened with another couple of girls. Yet…
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