OF THE LIKE
LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.
❝ A stranger broke into my house and I think she watches me sleep every night.❞ a thriller short story. ©-chimeraki 2017
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
murder has never been sweeter. kill your darlings and meet your maker. • • • indefinite hiatus, can be regarded as complete.
people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonde...
I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.