Forever blocked, locked away from your living room, the bleeding wound you call a heart because apart from a few notations all indications point to your disappearance without interference from your emotions. I am tied up and becoming corrupt to advances, I want to stop taking chances with my heart and finally start seeing joy […]
I’ve written sonnets to your skin and ballads inspired by the movement of your body, but my words don’t compare to the want my heart invokes at the sound of your name. I have penned poetry in honor of your smile and stories about the set line of your jaw, but the words fall flat […]
People leave and we carry their memory in our pockets. As much as a place can become haunted by past lives, ghosts of people who have passed or left or disappeared can cling to our skin, ghosts from the past haunting our present. Like gossamer spiderwebs, traces of those who left us behind tangle with […]
I live in 45 minute periods and 5 minute breaks. My nights are spent in 1 hour increments and 3 hour work sessions. I sleep in 6 hour chunks, alarms ringing, frantic buzzing and beeping. Life lived in pieces. Of moments and time and heartbeats captured in parcels and packed up and put away for […]
How do you hold your knife because I can’t remember and which side of the bed is your favorite? I like the right and I think you like the left. I hate wondering these wonders because I know knowing will never be. But how do you drink your coffee: iced or hot, black or creamy […]
You love me like it’s a weapon, a dagger, poisoned deception. My mouth screams for your devotion like it’s a magic potion that will heal the wounds incised by your knife. I wonder when the slicing will turn to dicing and my soul lies vacant at your feet. Your words are razors carving out my […]
Your love is a meteor igniting a path across a darkened sky. It burns hot and collides with the atmosphere at infinite speeds, dazzling and strong, only to die out just when I need its fire to warm my cold night.
His fingers tremble as he peels back the ancient flap of the envelope. Her words are emblazoned in his mind and he can read them with his eyes closed, but he needs to feel her. The letters are all he has left, the broken cursive of hand-written love she shipped straight to his heart. Work […]
I know it’s impossible to imagine an us in a time of I but I fight because I know how I feel and that’s what matters. And I will never forget the way your vowels roll off your tongue, the way your consonants reverberate off your vocal cords. I struggle against the forgetting and the […]
Goodbyes echo in my heart. Faces drift in and out of focus and the missing doesn’t fade. It’s agony knowing you are out there and I just can’t touch you. These people who leave can’t be retrieved and if they were, would it really be the same? It’s more than missing, more than longing for […]
TBI Survivor Story
One Hell of an Apprenticeship
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
Get Your Keys, Grab Your Coat.
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
poetry w/teeth
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.
The Works of Lori Carlson
