Living in hell?

Living in hell? Love, light and misery. Fissure through, you! ...Like a Catherine-wheel What's a boy to do? The world is an eggshell, Where you, dream of waking...

wrapped up in the magnificent allure of the eye

growing up, s/he had been told that “the eyes were the windows to the soul” & as quickly as these things inevitably happen, s/he decided for her/himself that this “soul” thing

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screen est vestis stares adversus referre fastidium tuum--- loquitur nisi ad te integer elit, quod autem dictum est, ideas, ut cum te fabulas narrare, nondum est ipsum suum &

error

“We are accidents, waiting, waiting, to happen” -from the song, “There There,” by Radiohead

Please Stop, And Listen

A teenager's struggles with a generous, yet UN- willing listener to her/his child's needs.

Fumbling for words...

Does love have the weight of infinity. Either-way its either bountiful or nil, liberal or Nada... ...do bats, dream in sonar? “My thoughts are—yes”
Cherry

The Football & The Vase

This is a story that I wrote when I was in my early teens (about 12-13). Might not be up to much but I thought I might give it a try.

Vultures

Like vultures we wait, the old, the strange they have no place here. Those with their dignity not quite attached, they’ll watch it scraped away like weak skin. Bones laid bare,

Princess

I refuse to be a part of her silly delusion. She’s sitting high, twirling perfect hair through perfect fingers. And I am here, twisting thoughts through a very imperfect mind.

Ding! Dong! A Halloween Tale

An early Happy Halloween to you all.

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