It’s funny how I always end up here, on Broadmor street. Every time I feel more pain than I can handle I drive to my old house to end it, or maybe for a second to breath since I never end up doing it. I’m afraid to say these things out loud, but then I … More Homesick
To control the population’s growing emotional epidemic the government cultivates a vaccine that handicaps the brain’s ability to process emotion. In a fight to feel a rebellion forms below the city where drugs are now emotions and the body count keeps rising. … More Stimulants
Her heart fluttered with the wings of the yellow butterfly dancing through the sky. Eyes wide and full of wonder her feet found themselves following a trail. Away she went after the yellow butterfly out the courtyard, away from prying eyes and into a thick forest trail. The sunshine made the forest bright and inviting, … More Chasing Butterflies
It can be a beautiful thing to watch the seasons change but time is moving far too quickly now and I can’t keep up. I feel as if I’m on a boat or perhaps a plane that’s going full speed through everything I’d rather stop and soak in. I can’t bare watching as time ticks … More Time
It’s the same dream every night. You come back. You tell me you love me and you’re sorry for leaving me in the dark with demons you know I can’t handle. I run my fingers through your hair and crave those green eyes. I’ve missed you I utter over the lump in my throat. And … More Dreams
she tastes like strawberries and cream her bones are wrapped carefully in soft layers of skin moans and sighs slip out of her pink lips that make a man twist and contort in agony agony only at the restraint not to consume her very being her body curves like art the little blonde hairs along … More Mine
Poor Baby Boy You gave your everything in the name of love But came up empty handed It was sweet at first, wasn’t it? There is always one that loves the other more An ongoing tragedy Your innocent heart got caught in such a deadly game A game you were doomed to lose from the … More The Dead Don’t Want Your Flowers
It was the moment she laid in complete silence that she knew everything had gone so wrong No music sounded soothing No white noise would comfort She was alone Everything was darker, a parallel reality of horror swallowed her whole What was this cold knot in her gut Why did her body tremble and her … More Worse Than Death
Golden Era 