Today I met a sailor, she had a foul filthy mouth yet young. Her head was fiery red, and she didn't care what she did or said.

Her tits were out, and she'd often pour but she would never care when her rage matched the color of her hair.

I hope I never see her again, cause if I do I may be be tempted to follow, the spur in her step to the ocean ( Read more... )

His eyes hurt, strained after watching, hoping, afraid that the empty street held the answer he feared. As each minute passed his his stomach swelled with uncertainty, a jabbing pain thumping against his chest. He wasn't ready to let go. A book in front of him was meant distract him, but the words feel off the pages and scurried away. His mind ( Read more... )

The weight sucked him down. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move. His breathe shortened as each second passed. He knew he was in over his head. He didn't belong in this place. He wanted out, but he knew his only escape was to pass out. To disappear. Nothing changed. The truth that sunk daringly low. I will always be alone. No one can save you.

Do you remember when I was young. And you wanted to take my photo ( Read more... )

All you little coffee sippers speak the same way ( Read more... )

There's this one moment you know ( Read more... )

I've never been too frustrated when someone paints me as the bad guy. I can't disagree. If anything I've always felt that label was fitting. I am a bad guy. I do bad things, terrible things for bad and terrible reasons ( Read more... )

In a small window, there was a small movement ( Read more... )

There are words spoken, you would miss them if you weren't paying attention. Small little words hidden in the little moments, When eyes meet then look away, When a question goes unanswered for a just a moment too long, when hands linger a little longer, lips curl in the slightest, shoulders fold forward, fists clench, feet pull in, jaws cinch. You ( Read more... )

Leaned against the opposite side of the couch. Our eyes are affixed to the television accross the room. I wonder what she is thinking. I'm barely listening to the dialogue, and I let my my mind stray. Every time I leave I am confronted with two very different emotions. The first is confusion, what is happening here? I feel like I'm always taking ( Read more... )