Category: Plain Weakness
Come Clean.
There’s so much Anger in me. To match the Love. And the Fear. Unending uncried tears of a child. Hear me out. Hear me out.. I should… come clean…
Vagabond.
I have nowhere that truly is a ‘home’ anymore. Only hearts my own warms to, when they’re near. Like the heat and comfort of an open fire, or a wood-burning stove For a vagabond heart…
High Ground.
‘Fuck my health!’ She thought acidly, pouring herself a large Dewar’s, knocking it back in one mouthful, then pouring another. Wanda Starcrosse slumped onto a barstool, at the long white marble countertop in her kitchen. She’d returned home from her Madam’s office and taken a shower. Her exhaustion was matched only by the depth of […]
Because
I could use a cigarillo and a shot or three of Bourbon, because I’m wounded…
Remember.
A smile that could stop the heart… An embrace that joins Two lovers The world couldn’t tear apart… Eyes pierce the soul And a life made complete By the angel I hold… Do you remember What it feels like To fall in love… yeah? Well I remember What it feels like To fall in love… […]
L’exquisite douleur.
I’m in another ‘funk’, you could categorise it. I can’t shake this dolour. I actually have a lot to be positive about right now. So why this nagging feeling of inner dread? I’m a pessimist – always have been. That’s a thick skin to try and shed, believe me. I’ve had the rug pulled from under […]
I hit a wall.
Okay, you got me! So tonight I’m standing on the shore, looking at a moon we once shared. Screaming for you without making a fucking sound. Slamming myself against the insides of my frustration’s skull. I hit a wall I hit a wall… You don’t have to do a Gods-damned thing. I know there are […]
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