What do you do when you’re two different people? When you’re sometimes one thing and other times something else? Romance turns my veins into fire, the passion roiling up, transforming my skin into oil slicks of lust for all-wrong men with all-wrong faces, ages, acquaintances. Ten minutes later, I pretend to know what an adult […]
Your morphine pulses through my veins each time I see your name, and I wonder how addiction could ever be wrong if it feels this fucking good. Your skin is my favorite drug, my aching need, my want when nothing else can satisfy. Every word drives new needles into my arms, but I eat the […]
He touches me like I’m magic, as if I might disappear from beneath his fingers, and I wonder if he really sees me or just his idea of me because I’m not magic and beauty and desire. I am as broken as he is. I can see my shards floating in between his, and I […]
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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