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 […]
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’m not her, the one you see when you close your eyes. My hands are different, older. My eyes aren’t hers and my lips don’t taste like the ones you dream about when you’re alone in the dark crying for the want of her. You are not him, the one I feel when you touch […]
I am wading in the dark of you, through your mires, your swamps, all the black that makes you. I keep knocking on cave walls, on cottage doors hoping you’ll open one, even just a crack, a sliver of welcome, of wanting, because I want to know you. I want to walk around in your […]
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.
...becoming the glory within
composed late at night, from amongst chaos and coffee
Poetry for Girls & Monsters
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
