The broken hearted Octopus asked, "Why are you leaving me darling? I supported your writing, I lent an arm whenever you needed one and I loved you dearly."
His lover responded "I was only using you for your ink. Don't worry, there are plenty of fish in the sea."
Lyla and Ned,
although very dead,
had a love time could not defeat,
they lived a full life,
as husband and wife,
until their time on this earth was complete,
when they awoke,
“There aren’t many people here. Do you feel weird? I feel weird. There are like five people here.”
“That’s his wife!? She’s almost 80. Wow, he was a sugar baby.”
It’s 105 degrees in this town but it might as well be 350. I’m suffocating in a confectioner’s oven full of dried out skeletons and evaporating dreams. My clock reads 5:30, meaning...
Ashamed of ourselves, we took our memories and buried them beneath our chests. But the burden of our indiscretions was more than our stomachs could digest. Now we’re throwing up...
I’m a lover magnetic,
An eccentric romantic,
Burn you electric,
I’m a violent igniter
A vehement writer,
Light you up brighter.
You're my favorite thing,
Lying under the sheets,
but it's a temporary high,
So the pattern repeats.
Buried inside us are cast iron veins. We’re mechanical men who enjoy our disdain. Our mouths are filled with spit but our eyes have run dry. Our hearts are filled with grit but our...