White Lines, White Lies ( Read more... )

Worm Ridden Apples ( Read more... )

He pressed his forehead against hers, as if to pass his feelings through osmosis from his brain to hers without his mouth getting in the way. They sat in silence on the edge of some nameless bed in a nameless room. Thier lips touched and then some more, only this time it didn't have that nervousness to it. This time it felt natural and not ( Read more... )

secluded secret silent sunday sex

pretty girls dressed in mommy's pearls

just dropping in to pay thier respects

waiting wanting needing touching

bleeding breathing lying and trying

"don't mind my slur" he said "it's just the whiskey."

Because if the place is set and the time is right

Those types can go all night.

Pretty girls with tired eyes, poppinng pills to kill the pain ( Read more... )

"How can you know what love is? You can't even tell night from day anymore." That's the last thing I heard or rather remember her saying as she slammed the door running away cursing me between sobs. I knew I had fucked up as I watched her pull out and drive away while wiping her eyes. She would never let me see her cry, in fact I'm still not sure ( Read more... )

"Look at you, I'm frozen and your dead......and I love you"

70 miles has never seemed so fucking far.

"My voice ain't that great, but at least its sincere."

The streets were wet, on the warm fall night where they sat among the cracked sidewalks, littered with broken glass, and discarded needles telling tales of those less fortunate in that burned out industrial ghost town. It was a quarter till two on a saturday night, that in any other self respecting city, would be alive with people coming and going ( Read more... )