I warn you, the words may be more malignant than beautiful. It’s a story about a boy and his plant, the seed that took so long to spr...
Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
you & she (part 1)
Her soul is not a color, but a riotous scene from Hamlet, steeped with tragedy and the sound of bliss. She leaves the room like a gong, ec...
when you slam the door.
you use the term best friends but the only best in this friendship is the anxiety that's getting the best of me. the rest of it...
"nothing gold can stay" (frost, 1923)
He keeps his fingers close to backspace keys, ready and willing to deplete and delete as necessary. He keeps his fingers close to bac...
the flames
you do not deserve these words. you are not worth my writings. you are not worth the knuckle cracks and ever-moving arthritis, th...
this
you told me you were a shell to crack, but most eggs break easy; you're more of the titanium type, but I thought I had mo...
unplugged soul
I showed him my blog if he promised never to speak of it again. He said, "I'll never say a word about it. Promise." ...
he remembers.
He was a pick-up truck dreamer and she was show tunes. They were both feet-on-the-dashboard people, but she only looked when he stopped...
your bricks are showing.
You built walls around people without leaving a door, walls that you never scaled to see if the other side was still breathing. You...
f______ & forget
you served apologies on a silver platter but some refuse to taste your sorry's. your words are on the table, though and anyone...
after hours
you had me 40 minutes past midnight on a long stretch of road that I wanted to become 60 minutes past and 100 minutes past and forever...
the truth about memories
people talk about pictures not molding with memories, how the photographs don't tell the story and how the stories look better on ...
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