They say God is dead. I say God is reborn every single night whenever you make me scream his name. You see, no religion is as good as ours. No prayer sounds as beautiful as your heavy breathing beside my ears, and holy water doesn't feel nearly as cleansing as your sweat on my body. No god has ever felt as worshipped as I have in the moments when you breathe me in like a man who has been living in the desert and hasn't ha...

It was all my fault, really. I did this to myself, I let people control me. I listened to the hungry barks of men and the curling breaths of the hounds around me and let the big bad wolf get to me. At least I learned my lesson, at least I know now that I'm actually worth something, and that I could have bloomed liked I was supposed to given more time, given better circumstances, given more love. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I...

you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph, you are not my endlessly starry night sky. you are not my blooming rose, nor are you the color in my life nor the passion of my soul you are here now, though. and you are warmth and adventure and a bitter, metallic, ad...

she was tired of getting her heart shattered so she filled it with hate, and the next time it was broken the poison spilled out and the villain did not survive her wrath

If I was still your friend, I would be so proud of you right this second. If I was still your friend, you would not quite understand why, but accept it quietly, like you did everything else about me. If I was still your friend, I would greet you every morning, smile, stick out an arm and wrap it around your shoulders.If I was still your friend, you would smile back and tell me about your day. If I was still your friend, I...

The dark envelops the world, wielding a sharp blade against the light. Shadows sink on over brooding souls.  Oh yes, this is the forthcoming night. The sun bleeds upon misty skies like red and orange coloring a blank sheet; as diamond rain onto bracken earth spills, brightness and black finally in a waltz meet and like a blown candle flame, the light disappears. Twinkling eyes form over the black firmament of sky, watchin...

I remember the sweet scent of my grandmother, ginger and honey, her long gray braid swaying in the breeze streams of curling white on a gleaming silver ribbon. I remember the tiny cabin out in the woods, a quaint wooden box in the shape of a home; picture-perfect, a spitting image of a fairytale house where every dream came true. I remember the smell of the woods  and lemonade high in the air and the profile of singing bi...

you close your eyes, and you let yourself sink lower,  let the warm water lap at your skin  and melt against your goose bumps,  the stark contrast of the bitter cold above you  and the warmth beneath you  taking you by surprise. the image suddenly shatters as you suddenly open your eyes,  and you feel like you're dry again,  bone and dust and wind,  but you exhale  and you let your fingers fall slowly from the lip of the...

I imagine it to be the last in queue: a line first, then a diagonal cross that leaves you astonished, amazed that later melts into a familiar line, just a simple little line. almost as knowing as a human, it can hide very well; its siblings s and c are mentioned frequently, and display the same jingle, the same bell sound, but still it remains in hiding, waiting knowing not to come out too frequently, so that it is never...

I ignore you so painfully obviously that it's almost like I'm screaming out how much attention I'm actually paying you. Every turn I make, every single step I take is carefully calculated to be in the opposite direction you're going. Every turn of my gaze is towards where I know your eyes won't meet mine, and every breath that escapes my mouth leaves my body with the hope that it doesn't mingle with the air around you. I...

It’s Chris’s twenty-first birthday and the smell of alcohol fills the air as music plays through huge, booming speakers. They had rented out a whole club for the occasion, so it's empty except for the drunken cast members who slosh around wearily, grinning stupidly and only barely realizing that maybe, just maybe, they overdid it with the alcohol. The designated drivers have long since given up their post and have succumb...

Do you remember when you wanted to lose yourself, when you wanted nothing but to dissolve into the crevices of the walls behind you and fade into nothingness, when you wanted to say goodbye to everyone but save yourself the pain of departure by just fading away into the bitter air that frequently surrounded you, freezing you to the point where you thought the cold seeped into your soul and numbed everything? I think you d...

The thing about funerals is that it's not only the poor bastard on the casket who looks dead. As you reach out to grab the crying son's shoulder or the wailing husband's hand, you see the hollows in their cheeks and their ashen faces and feel skin unnervingly cold from the twenty-year-old air conditioners whirring in the background. You see how screwed up everyone is, how the hundreds of tears they cried have taken half o...