I have always been afraid. Afraid of my parents not coming back, afraid of not having a next meal, afraid of losing all my friends again because we had to move one more time. I’ve always been afraid. I worried that my mom would take me away or that I was too fat for my […]
His shadow split long ago into black and white, leaving him in the deep gray of in between. Each step tears him a bit more, and he can’t stitch himself back together quick enough to make a difference. His thread thins into gossamer, a line so tenuous it trembles as it binds, cracks as it […]
Dear Johnny, I want to write you the most beautiful letter, one so perfect that you can’t help but see me. I want to find the words that will convince you to show me your heart, to tell me the pieces you’ve lost and the ones you hope to find. This is all, of course, […]
Whispers at first, murmurs that became gasping chances to say your name, to have someone hear my voice and not just my words. I spilled, my mouth clogging with confessions because the weight eased, the pain lessened, and you tumbled from my heart in fumbling recaps in hopes I wasn’t wrong, in hopes someone else […]
I am Icarus flying too close to the sun. My hands start to melt, leaving wax stuck to the my feet, dripping through air, staining the ground with my need. Vacancy surrounds me but I’m almost there, and I can feel it burn, feel it fry my wings, dissolve them as they yearn to touch […]
What do you write when you don’t know what to write or how to feel about what you feel enough to write about it. This is what one writes, I presume, since here I am, a flumox of inconsistencies and right angles and they’re spilling out of my fingers and into hungry eyes that wish […]
A voice from the past, from behind doors I’ve locked in triplicate, coming through on white screens, this voice that asks, “What are you doing?” while I’m left wondering, “Why am I answering?” And I don’t know why except that it feels almost like it would feel if it were you and not him. If […]
“I can’t get over it.” “I know. I’m sorry.” “I am too.” “Maybe it’s best if we just give up. Do our best and just try and forget about it.” “How can you say that? After everything? I don’t know how to do that.” “It just seems like it’s what should happen. I mean, it’s […]
A necklace and some seashells they collected from the beach. Some snapshots in an album she can’t seem to throw away– the things she keeps. A box of time-worn letters and a CD abandoned when she left. One photo where he holds her and smiles– the things he keeps. What do these things, these leftovers […]
I wonder if hell is made up of waiting. Long lines at amusement park rides that never move or waiting rooms filled with waiters who never get called. Like watching the load screen in endless rotation, and Netflix stuck on 99%. Sometimes I feel this is what makes my life, this series of lines that […]
TBI Survivor Story
Writing letters I can never send
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Poetic fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
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.
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