lost;

there should be stars for great wars like ours. there ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. [ poetry #1 18/12/14 ]

flaws

❝ you really are wonderful, i hope you know ❞ words exchanged between two friends in times of sadness [ co-written with melina c': ] poetry #2 ( 1 - 8 - 14 )

The 8 Days Of Dakota Grinn (boyxboy)

The brush of an arm, the tap of a hand, any skin to skin contact and Dakota Grinn is plagued with the horror of that person's death. He sees the Number, the date they'll die, and feels the pain they encounter when they do. Skin melting, knife twisting, bones cracking; Dakota feels it. And he's sick of it. Abandoned by...

Postal Service

❝ And from here, they can't see me stare. I watch the patchwork farms slowly fade into the ocean's arms. Calm down, release your cares. ❞ I sit by the tiny mail slot at the door with my cat, Jasper. It's become a sort of routine now. The first letter was twelve years ago, I was thirteen and the letter was probably ad...