I don't walk with a limp, but lately, I'm thinking about trying one out.
I don't smoke, but I do dream about taking long, sexy, french drags off of a cigarette without coughing once.
I am a music junkie.
I have been drowning in the sea of possibilities for a
+ more bio informationDescendingBased on a True StoryLouise jolted in bed. Her hand crept across the night stand toward the alarm. It was 4am. She rolled over and threw off the blankets before her thoughts inevitably became dreams again. The biting cold drained warmth from her bare limbs. She stretched into her thermal underwear and then into her ... More..
Peeking out from the back wall,Longing eyes roll past,He shadows the pew.Finger through a hole in the screen,Mosquitos push their way through,He shadows the pew.Whispering against the glass,Separated lover's fingertips,He shadows the pew.Granulated rain,Cools off the tangled mound,He shadows the pew.In a forest they rest,Unde... More..
There is nothing more depressing than watching a whole herd of roses die together silently in a vase. When we place an over-priced, over-ripe bouquet to our lover's trusting hands, what is the message that we are really sending? Sure the initial reaction is, "Someone loves me! Someone actually loves me!"Rightly so. Someone lo... More..
I remember,When he turned 30,The taut skin,Of his forehead,Gave way to gravity,Sinking with the rise of responsibility.I remember,When he turned 30,The creases between his brows,Cemented in place,I always tried to push them apart,With my two little fingers.I remember,When he turned 30,Silver threads shot out obscurely,From hi... More..
Barren PolesHe leaned just soStraightening his dry, grey bulges.He sucked in his breathSet on keeping all of this to himself.He tamed his long, shuttering lashesWaiting for the sting of a hundred razors.He ran on cracked, pearl-studded padsCursing his excited tail.He bowed his deceiving ears to the dustHumbling himself before... More..
ISwung outIHit himWithA determinedC l o s e dFISTToMake UpForAllThe timesThatISTOOD silentWhilehehitmysons More..
TimeIf time would stand still,frozen in completeness,would you or I see through the ice,before the melting?A drip-drop in the distance,we are compelled to move.How much time remains?Keep still... More..
Sign HereDespondently he sat,Behind a desk.Surrendering ink,Onto a solid black line. More..
Put away your hot-red lipstick and callous softeners, ladies. Time to pull out those synthetic locks and fasten them in!For the last two months, I have been running business as usual; aside from a casual experiment I've been conducting on the weekends. Monday-Friday afternoon, my hair is short. Randomly throughout the weekend... More..
Six-Point MountBased on a True StoryNelson held large fists full of sandy-blonde hair tightly to his chest. He tumbled awkwardly over the carpet of the attic bedroom, along with another body, Lynn's. Lynn had become, by far, the better hunter of the two. Her bow rested against a hook on the inside of the closet door, two feet... More..
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