OPEN-BRAIN SURGERY
shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding
From the back of the music hall, all Sixth Viola wants to do is get to know the boy who plays First Cello like his fingers are made of magic.
People suck. I suck. The world sucks. And the worst part? None of us fucking swallow.
"Café Vanellas sits in the middle of a bustling side street just off downtown Montréal, and here's an interesting factoid: it's staffed entirely by elves. " ===== In a world populated by humans, elves, satyrs, dragons, and the spirits of other clans long past, Toriv Vanellas is just a 30-something Montréal city elf tr...
Phoebe writes to purge herself of the ravenous thoughts that ruthlessly gnaw at her insides. It doesn't really work.
Some of these poems are being moved into another work, and this particular one is being discontinued. The poems will become a part of He/She/It, a longer version of the manuscript that I submitted to Button Poetry.
short poems spewing out my confusing emotional nonsense. These were all written at intense moments in my life, most of them mid-panic. Enjoy reading about my suffering and love. Copyright © 2016, Polazoid ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Tr...
The second part of 'I Count To Six.' Some poems, some rants, some anger and sadness and everything else bundled neatly into multiples of six. After all, things are easier to deal with when they are condensed.
A series of feelings and unspoken thoughts. All poems/paragraphs written by me, myself, and I. A chaos of feelings I can only express through words. Enjoy. #438 In Poetry [8/20/16] #260 In Poetry [8/22/16] #102 In Poetry [9/08/16] #39 In Poetry [9/10/16] #23 In Poetry [10/26/16]
christmasbarakat: my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like "hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i'm running him to the station" and i asked if he was cute and my dad said "Hey, my daughter wants to know if you're cute" and the guy said "i want to say yes, sir" and my dad...
poetry written when i met someone lethal, but the good kind, if there is one. ❝i love you so much that it hurts my head. i don't mind you under my skin; i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.2 #10 in poetry on 8.19.15 & 8.29.15 © wraiths™ 2015
This is the story Of the girl Who was struck. And the colour Blue. And a lot of Words. And a prison. This is the story Of two sisters And an imposter, And a mess Of feelings And memories And dreams. And this is the story Of so much more.
so you cry and wonder if red lights really mean stop or if its time to cross the bright highways and be caressed by passing cars because maybe then maybe you'd be an explorer
Poetry for people who no longer want me, and some for the one who does.
More poetry. Happier, this time. It's kind of forced. But, hey. I'm teaching myself new tricks. And, I wanted to say thank you to the people that have helped me along the way. Hopefully, you will continue to hold my hand when the going gets rough. Sorry if my palms get sweaty. The title of this anthology is inspired...
This is the story of how Skye Roberts realized she wasn't as straight as she thought. [With the help of an accidental trip to a gay club, Ellen DeGeneres, Walmart, and of course, Taylor Swift] © 07/16/14 by Nova Hunt
It's the Max and Nux au that no one asked for. But, I write what I want! Anyway, this au is set in this time period because I am a lazy writer. So, Max is a doctor at his local hospital, pushing 31 with a habit of grunting in response to questions, and a bum leg that he can't seem to get rid of. Max is kind of...
What do you do when your best friend could be the love of your life? Two alarmingly awkward, clumsy, sarcastic individuals bump into one another in a flower shop, and find that they're just as odd as one another. Told through nine moments, this is a story of life, love, friendship, and flowers. {Written 2016.}