I am addicted to the press of your lips against mine, to the tremble of your fingers against my skin, to the sound of your voice as you fill me up. I can’t stop tasting you on my tongue even after you’ve gone. Even after months of wanting, I can still feel the ghost of […]
The danger dances on my tongue. I can feel its liquid steps walking, stomping on my will, carousing with the butterflies in my belly, and I wonder if it’s always felt this way, if the craving always feels unsafe, warm but unknown, sweet but terrifying. Torture waltzes through my blood, and I realize it’s just […]
Sometimes I am an ocean, calm, turbulent, unpredictable, and I can’t write, can’t speak, because I want that free, that epic frozen moment you relive each time you close your eyes. Months, years, decades later you can still feel his hands, the way you tremble when his lips finally land on your skin but it’s […]
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 […]
Forget about how his lips feel pressed against your skin and the way his fingers move in your hair. Forget the way his sad eyes look down when he laughs and how he can almost make your heart stop when he whispers your name. Forget because you will never have him under your fingers, inside […]
Sometimes I forget the color of your eyes. In this very moment, I’m wondering if they’re brown or green or some other color I’ve forgotten with the taffy years stretched out between us. It’s in these minutes, these seconds of forgetting that I know it was never, was an ending, not beginnings. And I miss […]
You break me without blinking. Words walk out of your mouth and shoot me in the back, but your silence beats bullets against my heart and all while you pretend not to notice. Still, I want your lips, the smooth edges of your eyes, the scratch of your hands itching their way down my shoulders, […]
Soft mouth pressing hard against my throat, and I am liquid, my limbs loose, floating, falling into the space between us, forcing away the atoms, the air which separates our skin, for each inch is too far, each second too long to wait to have your fingers twisted in my hair, pulling, reaching for one […]
I am hungry for you. For your fingers climbing my face, clutching my hair, pulling me in. Starving. I’m starving, the ache blooming in my bones, digging pits in my belly, driving wooden slivers under my nails. The want of your mouth leaves a thirst, dry and unquenchable, unendable and deep. My throat yearns for […]
I'll write as long as my lines live
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
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Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.
