You’re the light against the dust, the hot mess, and Picasso’s paintbrush. Fuck you, for always being right, and fuck you, for demanding my sight. Demanding it with, with love, love and that sweet wild smile, The one I want you to always wear, No matter how, why, or where. Just know how much you … More This One’s For Carly
In her already spinning head, these suppressed wants and desires from so long ago were suddenly starting to mix with the distorted reality before her. … More Irish Christmas Carols
The two-ton man sat waiting idly by,
While the walkers walked without batting an eye. … More New Ton
You give me that soft pulse,
Where my heart beats easy.
Fast, but easy. … More Space Jam
Oh, sweet face,
Pretty woman with that aching sadness
The one that stretches to the corners of your mind.
Not unlike the one I left behind. … More HP