Tag: Disappoint

Don’t Let Them

Come on, girl Don’t let them see you’re hurting Don’t let them see The pain in your eyes Smile when you’d rather cry Say you’re okay When you’d rather say you’re dying Don’t look them in the eye Be vague Can’t let them know… Continue Reading “Don’t Let Them”

Ol’ Moe – A Flash Fiction Collaboration

Every day was much the same. Day in, day out. He sat upon his doorstep, his thin, deeply tanned naked arms resting on his knobby knees. Knees worn by years of a hard life. Cleaning the shoes of the rich and elite, he was… Continue Reading “Ol’ Moe – A Flash Fiction Collaboration”

Today I Realized That I’m A Writer

It dawned on me today that I am a writer. I have always ALWAYS viewed myself as an artist. Since I was a little kid able to actually think of myself as ‘something’, I’ve been an artist. One who is never quite happy with… Continue Reading “Today I Realized That I’m A Writer”

A lesson in empathy, vol. 3 (REBLOG)

Every thinking person should read these lessons in empathy. Step out of your small world for a moment…

Run and Hide

Run little girl run Run as fast as your feet can carry you Hide yourself away In the woods, climb a tree High, so high up In the field, ‘neath the tall grass As a tiny mouse Near the sea, amongst the boulders Small… Continue Reading “Run and Hide”

Dancer

Day by day she sits in the window staring out as drab-dressed townsfolk pass by. At times one may turn and look at her. Their reaction was always the same: one of macabre desire. Her lips are painted cherry red, her eyes are a… Continue Reading “Dancer”

Don’t Brush Your Hair

Fuck this. And fuck the world. She violently pulled the brush through her long wild hair in one last attempt to tame it. Fuck it all to hell. But isn’t this what you do? You make yourself presentable. Put on matching clothes that say,… Continue Reading “Don’t Brush Your Hair”

Morning After

you’re standing at the door fiddling with your keys and I hate myself because I know what you want to hear and I don’t have those words inside me or maybe I do but they stay lodged in my throat or maybe more likely… Continue Reading “Morning After”

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