The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.
I wanted nothing more than her attention. Her thoughts filled with me. Her eyes lost in my image. I wanted her so badly I didn't even realize I lost myself in the process. Now, when I look in the mirr...
She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest.
The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.
And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves.
An outline, my body, no mass or feeling, A dark reflection spread from floor to ceiling, The faceless copycat stalks me day after day, A personal eclipse of the sun never going astray, Each movement m...
In time, he began to see the details that held us like invisible stitches together. The scars we held within, the tears despite our dry faces. He saw the little sigh that came with the song. The way o...
Our bodies are made of supernova dust, the epitome of ultimate destruction and shatter. And though we are whole, beings with bodies and souls, with cosmos in our eyes and black heart holes, we love as...
She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
And they danced with laughter and tears. They swung each other round and round, the first and last time in years.
She was an echo masquerading as a shadow and she followed me just the same. The night and its moon were her favor while the sunrise and sunlight the daggers that sliced her to ribbons. She looked thro...
He accepted new ideas as readily as new trends. Knowing those worth it would last and the lessers will pass.
She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.
She was the half-whispers born from half-thoughts, the half-breaths of dying half-hearts.
Federal and state laws (should) be changed to no longer make it a crime to possess marijuana for private use.
Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.
What do you do when your words aren't enough? What do you do when your actions have no effect? What do you do when all the fibers of your existence scream just to be heard? And yet, only the most deaf...
Hoping fast that my arrow's flight is steady and true, I need this, I need my arrow to find you, To pierce your skin and enter your undecided heart, Please, oh please, this can be our brand new start,...
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my bes...