Masterpiece

i want to fuck your creativity make love to your beautiful mind corrupt every thought you ever have with my cock and cum. help you force out the darkness onto the page

Just Words

this room smells clean it's not home but for now it will do. the hum of the extractor fan smothers all other noise except the sound of fingers on the keyboard. my window is two stories up

Chocolate Kisses

ugly, heavyset curtains block the light from passing cars the kettle boils as the TV lights the room i lay naked refreshed clean

Every Little Thing (I.P.)

"Twins, separated at birth," we joked...

Omen

This morning, the whole world, was speaking to me. One sign, a warning, another wish me luck, then who are you? One bird seen falling, means ghosts are recalling,

The same old road trip

Look, the sky is reaching through the window, calling all to leave, last chance, leaving, get on board, what a decision, you know now, you are a one to move, maybe find a way home.

Nerves

Keep quiet still, pulse in velcro, time ticking by, fidgets all over, now it's all over, I stayed calm and I stayed conscious.

Creativity

creativity is a burden to those of an apathetic disposition. you gotta pick up the pen the pad the camera the brush the stick of charcoal what I propose is a USB Port direct to the
Cherry

Captive

So much light and colour - and the promise of spring. And it feels now as if nothing in this life will be as perfect as this moment ...

Flawed Judgement

I.P. Microfiction.

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