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. Advertisements
Pain ripples through my bones, sends aftershocks trembling over my skin, and I don’t know where it comes from. I vibrate with hot breaths, flying fast from lungs that don’t feel like mine, while flames rip their way out of my eyes, and the air thickens, pollutes my mouth, yet I gasp for it because […]
Fragments mingle with whole stories and they dance around my brain like they have something to say when all they spell is confusion. I lost again (as if I was ever found) and I’m not sure if the me I know is actually me, if the pieces I remember are really real. I do the […]
How do you live with someone for 15 years and they still don’t seem to notice you? Like, they see you, talk to you, touch you occasionally, but they don’t actually see you. When they look at you, it’s as if you were everything, but they don’t actually know you, the real you, the pieces […]
You make me ache straight through my bones. I can feel pieces of you falling out of my skin, ricocheting against memories I wish I didn’t have. You make me burn straight through my bones. I can see your sad eyes looking away, forgetting how we were closer than skin. I’ve lost you and it […]
I bought this journal for you because I thought you could take it with you. No matter where you go. I thought it could be your start, your beginning. The way into writing down the beauty in your mind. I write poems, dramatic and sad love poems to boys who will never love me back. […]
I keep having these moments where I feel like a different person, like I’m suddenly in someone else’s body. It’s hard to explain, so I haven’t tried to vocalize it to anyone. I’m not sure if it’s a product of my brain injury or not. And I’m afraid if I tell anyone, they’ll try to […]
I don’t want to forget the taste of your tongue against mine. I want to remember your rough cheek, your hard hands as they carry me backwards to your bed. I want to visualize your head on my lap, my fingers in your hair, and I know it’s all just imaginary, just fantastic moments where […]
I have these weird moments where I try to reconcile who I am now with who I was in the past. Like…I’m trying to find her in me or me in her…if that makes sense. I do the same thing with other people too. Like you. I didn’t really know you then, only my perception […]
You kissed my shoulder in the middle of the night when you thought me asleep. Before you turned away to rest, your lips brushed my skin, you squeezed my arm. I don’t know why that kiss matters, why those moments with my cheek pressed against your chest keep spinning around me, wrapping me in memories […]
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
