People's naiveté is astounding. So are the lengths we to go to hurt one another for sport. I know, I do this well. Yet I'm tired of thinking and waiting, therefore I'm not going to bother. I'm all too fed up and angry right now to determine any sound measures of satiation. Go ahead and destroy yourselves, the devastation and carnage you create ( Read more... )

I have given all that I humanly know how to give, sanctified pieces of myself, locked tightly away in unholy crevices. Yet now I question if I am hated for the mere act of loving him. My actions often seem carelessly callous, this I am well aware. Even when it's often a situation of being misunderstood. However, in this case, my dealings were ( Read more... )

I gave myself to him. It's one of the few things I have left that's sacred. The only proper way to make amends is by an offering, a sacrifice. If my body must be that sacrifice, so be it. To me, it makes perfect sense that sins should be paid in blood and flesh, this being the true currency I comprehend ( Read more... )

The silence is deafening. Two men made of iron will, muddied with pride. I miss the days when we'd make love like mad until the time called for me to leave. Yet lately, we part riddled in bitterness, lethal venom ( Read more... )

We always get into these petty arguments when our time together is coming to a close. Our relationship is one of cycles. You'd think by now we'd get use to it, that it would prove to be less cumbersome. These quarrels, unlike some can, provide no amusement. It's simple annoyance, unrefined frustration. Finally, we both give in...to the best of ( Read more... )

The tender moments in time are ephemeral. This is what makes them extraordinary, rare gems to hold gingerly in weathered hands, for their simplistic, sheer beauty. That is their design. It is why they are entities to behold and cherish, rather than to grow accustom. Yet contrary to the fleeting nature of these hasty snapshots, I sense a puzzling ( Read more... )

A friend shared with me tonight that she used to be concerned that I was a bit too brutal to John, taking advantage of my size over him. From the outside, I suppose this makes a lot of sense if I try to scrutinize it, but I never really thought people looked at our relationship or me in such a fashion. It doesn't upset me, I always appreciate ( Read more... )

I've never been all that big of a fan of America, yet New York City has this incomprehensible draw on me. The design I'm well aware of: balled up memories comprised of electricity that make the hairs on my arms and neck stand on end. It's not typical that I'm unnerved; therefore I find it oddly exhilarating. And every time we're together in this ( Read more... )

We sit in a darkened night club. It's illegal to smoke, but rules are meant to be broken. One looks back and forth. One stares on only internally amused, cigarette in hand.

Dearest Steve ( Read more... )

All of my bandmates are changing journals. For those keeping track, Molks is now here and Stef is now here, so be good mates and add them. Perhaps it's all a bit of spring cleaning, I'm not sure. I, however, have no reason to move, nor the energy ( Read more... )