I knew she is in love with me. Some people can’t describe what they see but I know that look. … Continue Reading knew the love
I have a thing for hands and hearts as you can now tell but bear with me this time It … Continue Reading Your hands and my beating female heart
I’m Noah, in juvenile prison. I was all over the newspapers with titles ranging from “Young Noah killed his own … Continue Reading It’s not always the one who strikes
As a writer, you grow appreciating the ink of a pen, the charcoal of a pencil, the textures of a … Continue Reading Papercuts
I’ll have a coffee machine, pastel pink queen-sized bed, furry pillows and overflowing lavender scents. I’ll have a TV I’ll … Continue Reading Furnish a home
Both on the round wooden coffee table, sitting, naked facing each other. He refuses to look at her embarrassed by … Continue Reading What’s your weakness?
I don’t have time for you I’ve got things to do catering for you is like taking out the trash … Continue Reading Rats in cans
Its the curse of the sun and the moon. How they play around with our hearts. How very cruel. The … Continue Reading Heavy heart
repeat after me: Parents, suck and hands in the wrong places, suck. remembering those two sucks the most. I had … Continue Reading It’s is hard to swallow
Blue fingers tips and nose. pale lips, eyes that are color blind puffy cheeks with a bruise. sharp edges for … Continue Reading symptoms of the Blues
It was the time I had to part ways from the demons that I came to know I’ve always had … Continue Reading Skeletal wings
Its glorious cosmic dust for a fraction of a second and then a barbaric erupting star collecting its damage for a million years until you yourself turn to dust.
I ask for too much I know it. I yearned for stability. I got it. yet here I am saying that’s it? Is that it? To be forward on the highway of life yet somehow feel stuck on a red … Continue Reading Red light
I had this guy called ‘Wide Smile Theodore’ burn my mother’s house down and handed me the tank of gasoline and a match. I haven’t spoken a word and submissively taken the blame. My body still suffers from the things … Continue Reading The things i do to myself to stitch you up
You called me a liar Mother, he touched me when I was a child Do you even care? I am … Continue Reading Mommy, Daddy
“KNEEL, DONT MOVVVVEE” Gasping through tears. The Nile flowing through my cheeks Pinned onto the bed. Both my arms bruised. … Continue Reading I cock the pistol pull the trigger