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Scrap CH TWO part 29

CH TWO 29

These Nights Will Be The Death Of Me

These nights will be the death of me, a night like this indeed. The nights which others shout with glee, That night I am deceased. On a night like this I'll find my grave,

dumbstruck flirt

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the squeezing of the stone

dad waited 8 years to tell him that cancer had infiltrated his body--- dad waited 8 years to tell him that he had done anything about it--- dad had to stop working &

means to an end

in elementary school they used to give scratch n’ sniff stickers they used to give not only gold stars, but all the stars of the kid-done-a-good-job rainbow (my favorite was the purple)---

Cliches of the lovely kind

For the one who justifies me being both sappy and cliche.

The Yonder Mountainside

Up yonder on the mountainside, Where daylight fears to tread. The place the fallen stars reside, To claim both live and dead. There's an evil on the mountainside, And an evil which is real.

Playing With Dreams

For hours I must dream and play, In hopes that dreams may fill the day. And if said dreams too soon reside, I'll find a nook in which to hide. And if said nook is taken still,

A Day In My Own

A Mystery

the shock of knowing a birth-child could be so beautiful

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