

something or other part 1 I'm sitting outside again, looking at the night sky, looking where the stars should be, and your voice comes back to me. The deep viking blue of your eyes above and endless, wordless purgatory of "let's go out for coffee, girl." It took me years to say that I think. The days of my childhood, the days of my early manhood spread out over these strange confrontations that stretched on for hours. All I knew was I wanted to be with you, or at least I had nowhere better to be. I remember the mythic holiness of our small little town with clean sidewalks and it's single stoplight that flashes orange in the night when wesomething or other part 1


ArchangelYou mean a lot to him, and so I will talk with you... because he means a lot to me. I like him. he's an honest boy And I love him for his honesty and simplicity. And kindness. I don't mind when he tries to be suave and fails. Someday I'll tell him that overconfidence is not his style. But I can trust him.Archangel
Like I can trust a child.
in the same way that I cannot trust you. It's true that I'm not
in any danger... you won't try to seduce or date me anymore. But you are still after something. And this is what I wan


SinglehoodSinglehood By Scott WalldrenSinglehood
In a single city in a single state in a single country in a solitary world the sun has finally set.
Tired denizens of the 9-5 breathe forth from occupation into individual life, as one by one the street stars illuminate their way home, blinking back into existence from daylight slumber.
I too have set off home. So I walk. I walk down semi-trailer wind-swept streets to the that same home, place of memories, regrets.
The lights, the sounds, the smells are deafening, they blow right through me as a g


The Longest ShowerThe water was hot. God, it was hot. Probably the hottest water I'd ever felt. I wasn't gonna say jack shit about it though. I wasn't gonna move out of it neither. As far as showers go this was my first real one in two weeks that felt more like 2 eons.The Longest Shower
One boy. One bar of soap. Hot water.
No guards. No fights. I was happy that the only blood running down the drain was old. From ancient souvenirs of the 39 days prior. 1 day passed out in an empty lot at the intersection Broome and Hester with a 6-inch knife through my thigh. 1 day in the hospital, and 37 days in the hands of people deemed caretakers. Minus the ca


Into Darkness\"Into Darkness\"Into Darkness
Stress crest wine, dines my blood Driven and wild as eyes close for time Winks of glare off gloss And through the chinks my frosted lazy lies Trying to pry my body closed Contracting, then retracting the truth of my mind For time to unwind Through the painted prose cascading down the line of the earth And stars lost in cloud damp beams That truly are the seams to bind me to my thoughts My dreams crease with my lids and I slip and slide Back into myself And as objective I am biased for the cement slabs I gladly couch my aged wicker seat
they were appreciated.
cheers,
danny
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