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Readers Note – Piece Contains Triggering Language: Suicide Whether I clutch my creation too tightly or it clutches me there will be no suicide today the note will go into recycling and be made into newspaper that will tell other stories as unimportant and no one will ever know reflecting on this I return a …
Of all the country songs in the ashtray of this old ford I hum mostly them that orbit the halo of my dashboard plastic Patsy Cline and if Jesus so loves a foreclosure then this old truck’s all His stuck tailgate and all and just enough fentanyl in the glovebox to make the Apocalypse seem …
Spellbound by the twilight at sunset over the Pacific Ocean true love is such a powerful emotion Walking on the wet warm sand while holding on to each others hand The waves keeping time with the beating of my heart when one would end another one would start It was a magical time we were …
On the second day after he arrived, Caravaggio swallowed a handful of pebbles. “It’s the food, Yorick,” he said. “It’s indigestible any other way.” “Stones seem a tad extreme,” I said. “Or, maybe it’s just unusual. But let’s keep it to ourselves.” We were sitting together at English Bay. He, near weeping. Me, with my …
Giraffes kill me; there is a true sadness in their eyes, Like they are holding in some sort of grief or problem, You know that look on someone’s face? It’s almost like they are on the verge of tears. Even sadder, giraffes were thought to be mute for many years But it turns out they …
Once upon a time there were two lil souls sitting on the edge of a cloud. The first one said, “Let’s have some fun! Let’s go! Let’s play on the ground!” The second one said, “I’m worried. I’m scared.” The first replied, “I’ll keep you safe.” The second one said, “I dunno. It looks hard.” …
Love Will Win The Day* Hate wins another round 50 bodies shot dead on the ground A disgrace to the true believers of the Muslim religion a message from the devil delivered by a subhuman carrier pigeon Our hearts today in America are cloudy and gray but, GOD’s greatest gift-Love will eventually win the day …
I am complicated; I am made of a spider web. I am a riddle nothing more and nothing less. I am an untitled fiction inside of non-fictional universe. My head is a flesh of another head; It was shredded, Colored red in the color of blood. I have a chaotic mind. My flaws are not …
We got vets begging Living in the streets Can’t get a job to Get them on their feet The economy is in a decline They say we need a little thought And profit to put the past behind But they underestimate The vast majority Of employable minorities Because they act like they can’t see When …
Keep your mouth shut — because no one can know The secrets we keep and never really show If he finds out, I’m a dead woman for sure But I’m only doing me — to keep myself pure Your spirit like mist after a rain Refreshing to touch, driving me insane Seven years later and …