Why do I have to feel so much? Want so much? I just end up eviscerating everyone, tearing out their insides, and devouring them like candy, and I wonder how anyone could still want me. But they do. So many love me, want me, desire me, need me, and all I am is dust and […]
I keep thinking about stupid things like: throwing my laundry in and regretting washing your scent from the clothes I wore last time we touched; how I haven’t yet washed all of them so I can remember any trace of you that remains; wondering when I’ll have showered enough to no longer feel your fingerprints […]
The potential glides against me, opening my eyes to a life I didn’t see possible, to a love that could be everything. The future stretches out against a new canvas I never new existed, and I wonder if this is what I’ve been looking for, if this is what it means to be happy because […]
Your hands and the water and your mouth, God, your mouth hovering above my skin right before you devour me, taste every part of me. Your tongue pushing against mine, as you hold me close, wanting to be closer, so there was no air between us because inside isn’t close enough. Nothing could ever be […]
I can still smell you on my skin, and each time it happens, I try to hold on so that I don’t forget the taste of your lips, the scratch of your cheek against mine, the beat of your heart against my ear. Heaven, a dream in a day. Maybe it was just that– a […]
A 24-hour imaginary world, a bubble of love and sex and freedom to just be, to just smile, laugh, feel. You held my hand in the dark and picked an apple from a tree and played your favorite songs while you kissed every inch of my skin. And you held me, touched me like all […]
We sit in separate rooms, living separate lives, never realizing we’ve become shadows of us, ghosts of who we were when we were young, brazen, hopeful. How do you save something that never truly existed? Something that was only ever imagined, never real, only wants and desires, needs plastered on paper walls, dreams transformed into […]
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 […]
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☕
come lay down ink...
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.
