A boy and a girl- that’s all we truly were. What else could we be? We were 14. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when I knew, but probably when I was 14 and you agreed with everything I said.
But 14?
Maybe I thought I was destined to have you. It sounds immature, but how did we get sat together two years in a row?
Maybe it was my best friend mentioning how much you stared at me. She wouldn’t have l...
A star-spangled cowgirl
The true Western icon
With ruddy hair and a tanned complexion
But nothing to the prince
A man of culture,
Sheltered culture
Paths a-crossing
‘Twas dawn of the third morn
That the prince were in the West
Of a tumbleweed daylight
And sweet sappy freedom,
A contrast to the austerity of royalty
But when spoken upon
One and the other
Were realized such a similarity
Lif...
Happiness never felt forced until you held it in front of my face
Hovering by my mouth, thinking you were tempting me
Hopeful that my self-deprecation would be to the benefit of your pride
Holding my ego in the palm of your hand
Hunger didn’t become starvation until I saw the light that could’ve been more
Heaven forbid you let me see what you see in me
Hunting for my goodness, you overlooked m...
She gripped the ancient relic tightly, feeling the power running through it with a pulsating false joy that emulated a heavy dose of illegal narcotics.
She, Isabella Turner, took a long drag at her cigarette and sighed out a puff of smoke. A mourning dove was somewhere nearby; its consistent cooing was unsettlingly rhythmic and low.
Isabella turned the object over in her hands, gazing at the d...
The days end up going soft around the corners
A little blurry
Or maybe that’s my vision going bad
Because I spend too much time
Staring at the sun
Though the sun is needed
To grow, survive, breathe
The shadows are trying to encroach
But the sun is always there
It rises with a blur in the mornings now
And I can’t really tell, but the moon seems reluctant
And the sun seems hesitant
And the ...
The days we thought were young
Were really just all too short
And the nights we thought were high
Were just a dream we spun and wove more skillfully than our love
You held me more gently than the others
And everything about it was softly sorrowful
Your breath against my neck, like a feather
Your pain was slow and careful, nothing about it you dared spread to me
In the delicate gloom of your cig...
She’s not who she says she is
She’s made of lust and foul words on the outside
But they cut deeper than she can feel
Deep down, they dig in like a knife
Twisting inside so your guts may become infected with dirt
But she doesn’t feel it
She thinks she’s pure
Repent, repent, repent
She doesn’t see
She’s taking it for granted
And the knife won’t budge
Because it’s in too deep now
Lust and swearing...
My childhood dreams were something like a nightmare
I was stuck in the endless loop of nothingness
And meaningless
Taking care of the people
That were supposed to be taking care of me
Beer bottles and sweaty must
Sticky fingers and microwaved macaroni and cheese
Growing up before I had a chance to live
So my dreams were feverish
I desired singularity and peace at heart
But knew it would only c...
The next book that comes in has a cover. Most books do. There’s a girl on the front. Her hair is long and shiny, red.
I scan it back into circulation. Beep.
I run a hand over my peach-fuzzy head, shorn and heavily tattooed underneath.
I think of my step father, dragging me across the asphalt of our driveway by my hair.
The book after that has a star on the cover. A black background, a shin...
