Red
Stained red. My lips. A mark. Of something I’m ashamed of. Started off innocent. Ended up somewhere else. I don’t know. I forget. I omit. I can’t remember. The details.
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Dot
Little dot. Black and hidden. Why do you taunt. Why do you exist. You make the mightiest fall. You make the strongest crumble. Slightly bigger little dot. Black and rotten.
Build
Build. Brick by brick. Take little pieces of yourself. To make it real. And take little pieces of someone else. To make it even better. Fail. Along the way. So
Rehab
We are all creatures of habit. It seems like I’m even more so. There is this thing in my core-being. Something that people love. Yet at the same time love
Look Closer
There is this smile. One that says he is fine. One that says he is okay. But it is fake. So let us look closer. There are the words he says. Words of encouragement. Words that
The Pillow
2 of 5: Frying Pan Chronicles. She drops the frying pan. There’s no time to wipe her fingerprints. She doesn’t worry if she gets caught. She wants people to know
The Frying Pan
1 of 5. Frying Pan Chronicles. He steps into the room, not knowing he’s not alone. He pours a glass of whiskey, neat; but only because he always forgets to
Post-You-Ramble
Life goes on without you. And so it does without me. But every now and then. It’s the small things that get to me the most. You’re not there to
Tomorrow
What if I said goodbye. Tomorrow. Would it change what you do. Tomorrow. What if things were to change. Tomorrow. Would you have regrets about today. Tomorrow. This is not
Id
Id is in me. Trying to break free. This monster that I be. I have this ego. Id goes where he goes. Always knows what he knows. I like what