I believe everyone has God and Satan in them. I have done my fair share of horrid. I am not fully pure. perhaps, not all A good percentage of me is the creativity of Satan. I am tainted with coffee … Continue Reading I am not innocent
Does she know you like I do? Does she even know you? Did you tell her yet about your past? … Continue Reading Does she know
Okay, hey I thought I’d post something with a theme like usual but I am far too angry to think right. So, equilibrium. So, karma. Where the fuck is it? Unleash the devil in him let him beat me let … Continue Reading fuck
Dear Eejaz, First of all, I am sorry for calling you Ejaz instead of E3jaz for almost one and a half years that must have sucked, haha. I don’t know why I resonated in your mind enough for you to … Continue Reading Letters to: Our Bus Driver
Dear you, I won’t mention your name but if you ever read this you’ll know it’s about you. I’m writing to tell you that when the question popped up “who’s the one that gave you the best memories?” you’re what … Continue Reading Letter to/ my fav memories
She screamed and shrieked at the sky, stomping her feet to the ground, flailing her arms; palms balled into fists … Continue Reading she screamed
Stay quiet my dear, hold yourself up high, we’ll still find a ton to say about you. We’ll still abhor … Continue Reading Damned to hell
your own definition of love is created at a very young age, your parents usually have that role. His hands around my thighs grabbing me, him choosing my side, defending me. Calling me to play a game, rules of his own. … Continue Reading Engraved
The letter directed only to her. In big capital letters FOR MOTHER. It goes like this: What’s the point in loving you when the effort it takes me to hate you can create another big bang? I have always wanted … Continue Reading It’s on you
How is it that a home can be so cruel by just the thought of it? How is it that it brings me such fear that it equals my fear for hell? How is it that this place I call … Continue Reading Home sweet home?
Rain; a bunch of wet droplets rudely hitting the surface of my face unannounced I always found it bothering, yet ordinary Accepting it would mean accepting wet hair being splashed by dirty water from passing cars dirtying the car after … Continue Reading Rain
I suppose it just drives me mad that people want me to work on it, they want me to just let it go but they don’t want to deal with the mess of hearing about it while I am trying … Continue Reading —
Making precious memories, accepting the bad. Holding a precious someone’s hand, kissing them while you drive, just because. Feeling the gush of cold air hit your face, your hands dancing with the wind. Music blasting and playing your favorite cliche songs, … Continue Reading Is this what happiness feels like?
DISCLAIMER This is not for everyone. It’s fucked up. I just wanted to see how far I can push it. Appalling, horrid, obnoxious. Yes. Obnoxious he is. The only thing God allowed me to produce was through me and it … Continue Reading The Obnoxious
What are you doing? Get up. I get you want to sulk but for how long? Get up. Your mistakes are not for you to dwell on them but for you to learn. You did something regretful. THAT’S GREAT! The … Continue Reading Pick yourself up
I call myself the Don around here. I was brought from my home zoo in Texas to Cincinnati for… How … Continue Reading Harambe