Write something. Anything. Just get the thoughts out. Spill them onto these blank screens and plaster the world with your faulty words, your flawed ideas that hold together each breath, each step because without them, you are empty. Without them, you are lost among forests of stories sprouting up through dirty lines of mishmashed text, […]
My tongue tingles with the taste of you. The memory of your salty skin trapped in my cells mingles with every moment your hands touched me, and I can’t forget how you looked at me, how you stared into my eyes and didn’t look away. Like you were trying to see me as I was […]
“I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” “Why?” “Because I want to. Because I have to.” “I’ve missed you so much.” “I’ve missed you more.” “Not true.” “You want to fight me?” “Shut up.” “Then come here.” “Why are you looking at me like that?” “What do you mean?” “You stop sometimes and […]
Stasis. This frozen space where I can’t move forward but I know I can’t stay here. Every day for fifteen years. Suspended, I hang above my body watching, waiting for the moment of escape, the moment I’ll know it’s time to take back over, to get on that bus again, and go. Where? Who knows? […]
I am in pieces. Again. Or always. Either way, I am only fragments of who I was or should be. I’m not sure why. Why I’m broken so infinitely, so vastly shattered that I can’t see me anymore. But…did I ever really see me? Did I ever trust the words falling from my own lips? […]
You gave me a glimpse, a taste of your skin, a salty and sweet keyhole of light, and then you took it away again. I don’t understand why I care, why I want so to have your skin pressed against mine, to feel your mouth all over me. Your fingers in my hair and your […]
I’m sad…again. Because my ache for you is so fresh, again so raw, so open and bleeding, so new…again. I’m shattered by unopened messages, unread pleadings to be seen, heard, held, and pieces crash to the ground, landing, puddling in pools of unseen desire to just…know. To just for once really feel what it is […]
I wonder how many times you thought about me, how many times I crossed your mind before you decided to cave, to push that button allowing me back in. I wonder if it was hundreds of times, thousands of moments you caught yourself thinking about my lips or my eyes as they stared into yours […]
I ache for you, your dark eyes and hot mouth tracing my skin like a map to ectasy. I miss your dark hair and the way you grasp my face when you kiss me. I miss you like men starved for sun or food or shelter. I ache for your fingers in my hair, your […]
It’s been half a year, and I still miss your mouth on my neck, and that’s so stupid, but I can’t help it as much as I want to. I want your hands on me, you inside me. I want to feel your skin, smell your flesh, taste every part of you.
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
