Morbid fascination kills me again and again. These are the death throes Of our potential. This is the not the martyrdom I try to tell myself it is. It is assisted suicide.…
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Heart Burn
Hey guys, i’m not dead! I wrote a poem and everything. Read on for delicious teen angst. -.- Heartburn You are bad for my heart. Premature ventricular contractions, Unexpected palpitations, Chronic pain…
Ode
*NOTE* this has been edited. and i’m much happier with the edit. Ode Your voice is sweet and slow like honey dripping off a spoon, And the way your lips caress each…
Call To Worship
The artist has no comment. I come to your temple to worship, I’m on my knees at the altar, Give me the wine, Let me taste your body. I adore with word,…
Tricks
i’m really not amused. must this really be the theme of my first piece of the year? sigh. also, i’ve added a like button to all content. feel free to use 🙂…
Deadly Sins (Cycle II)
You are the vice That resides in my soul, The lust and envy That corrode it, The temptation That I yield to, Again and again Without fail. Forgive me Father, For I…
The Little Things
It’s the little things that make me think of you. (the smell of stale smoke, brushing my hair, the way the boy at the corner stood as he waited for a bus).…
Flash Fiction Friday #21: Fresh To Death
fff#21: (starter) it wasn’t how fresh It wasn’t how fresh his mark was whenever he went out, or the way his shirt hung just right, or the way his jeans hugged his…
Infatuation: A Haiku
Watching from afar, i wonder what it’s like to be wrapped in your arms.
Flash Fiction Friday #30: Charmer
fff#30: (inclusion) snakecharmer, citrus, book(s) Not quite sure if i got what i was supposed to do quite right, but no scene 🙂 The snakecharmer plays his instrument and sways, serene, almost…