purple ribbon

around her hair she ties a purple ribbon she ties her hair with a purple ribbon in the merry month of may and if you ask her why the hell she wears it

Raskolnikov

Tell me, am I insane? Is it thoughts of you, drive me insane?

The Abject Point at which You Say No

Love you. How the mighty words do but fall. And still falling we bleed and say them still. These words in which we are immured, we call Ourselves forth to bask in, blinding us ill.

Book Review: The Haunted

A camping trip to the Scottish highlands turns nasty for an unhappily married couple.

An Image of a City Still There

Beauty so deep affects the deep heart’s core, O’ City, City, how I will miss thee, An image deep in my mind to be bore. Streets that cast serenity within me,
Cherry

My Doctor's Bag

I sat on the edge of her bed, and it was so soft it was like trying to get comfortable on a massive, clinically white marshmallow.
Cherry

Homer...and all that Jazz

I lay with her in her room...

The Genius And The Child (An Essay)

An essay -- a comparison that hopes to raise a few question... Please leave a comment if inclined.

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