Warm in my tummy,
Sweet on my tongue,
Not a drop will be left,
By the time I am done.
Today I despise
Nails chewed to the quick
Malformed toenails on deformed toes
The too-quick slurp and swallow of coffee
An agonisingly slow boil for that first coffee
The smell of a jumper I’ve worn …
Epidemiological studies have shown that drinking caffeinated beverages reduces one’s chances of developing some types of cancer
already much will describe/enumerate
pimples named geese, not e’en stipulated wild
much into yours: interspersing?, complementing
like buttons that button into buttons, click! done
“we is on…
Do one thing today that you truly, completely, whole-heartedly enjoy. Indulge one or all of your senses, if only for one minute. This is especially fulfilling if you have a hectic day ahead. Take tim…
all the chaos was aligning, still there, still feeding him, but more manageable.
The tattoos people generally found less confronting than the marks that where beneath them and between them, a lattice of crisscrossing scars …
Skylar had been a morning person since the day she was born.. She had always felt wistful glee sitting in her garden as some of the days first sunlight caressed her alabaster skin and coppery brown h…
Clack, the yellowing white pool ball smashed into the tip of the triangle, Coloured orbs busting it in every direction, cigarette haze, body odor and the yeasty smell of a room full of beer visiting …
Armed with coffee and my camera,
I face the dawn anew,
Anxious to explore
Wherever it takes me to.
Might I call you miss?
Or is it Ms?
Apparently they are two
Very different things
Should I call you goodsir?
Or is it preferable
To label you badboy?
Such are the agonies
Of angsty attempts
How do I move forward when the sun is not shining?
Why call yourself honest when we both know your lying?
Maybe, just maybe, I am afraid to open my eyes to the daylight, afraid it was merely a dream, a trick of fantasy, and She was never even here.
It takes one swift movement and he’s right in front of me. “I couldn’t help but notice your attention Mademoiselle…
A small pale figure lounges across it’s pillowy expanses, she’s small and always has been with long white blonde hair and piercing blue eyes,
For I am made of cellophane
I am looked through like a window pane
But if you took one little chance
And gave me just the slightest glance…