Originally posted on Parental Alienation:
I remember Sylvia’s lipstick and hair the most.  She was the woman my dad went insane over.  The first serious girlfriend after my mom.  Her lips were thin, but not in the backwoods way. In the south, there are two types of accents: The ones you hear in movies like…

Originally posted on intrudesite:
Penetrating my mind with out consent Penetrating my body with out consent Mind during the day Body during the night Dictionary lost many pages Experience no longer needed words Atlas showed the way out I went out of my body I also went out of my mind He calls it love…

Originally posted on Embroilments:
Write one song for me. It doesn’t have to be an apology for all the times you kicked me to the floor, for all the ways you reduced me to something less than human. Write a song about how beautiful I am with my dirty-ocean-water eyes full of tears, with my…

Originally posted on goldyntears:
It starts off small Just a patch on my chest Then it slowly grows over my arms and up to my neck I cover it up Nothing to see here There is nothing anyone can do about it There is nothing there As it spreads over my back I laugh louder…

Originally posted on The Naga:
We machine our soul, cloning dead lovers we play god, turn innocent coal into mad gold seed clouds to bleed rain, we play with death ? © elancharan

Originally posted on Nicholas Gagnier: I’ve tried to say this but it’s apparent I’ve said it badly, that I’m madly, almost mathematically infatuated with your patent combination of happy and wry; hopeful, apprehensive and high on the wrong side of day. You and I are the same, bittersweet like aspartame. Yeah, I’d watch the years… via […]

Originally posted on Fragment of a Figment:
A swig of brandy Burns down My throat But I can’t Stop It warms me More than Any body Next to me In this cold Bed -Kel Dayheart