"I will not help you," she said. "You dangle too much on the edge of reality and hope that I'm much too aware of your stupid means." But I already knew I was stupid. Isn't that why I couldn't write tonight? But then again, I never meant her any pink offenses. Even if what I … Continue reading My Muse?
Category: Poetry
War Dog Lover
I'm a cat person. Always wanted a cat. Keep trying to convince the dog lover of the house that a cat isn't too bad. Besides, this cat, my cat, is soft, lovable, hugable, purrs at your feet at night, runs into walls, gives you derpy looks-- and then fills the whole house with the smell … Continue reading War Dog Lover
Why Fan Girls Creep Me Out
I'm going to hunt for Seto Kaiba. I'll get an old van painted blue, record a few shows for ol' Youtube. Everyone will want to see if I find Seto Kaiba, or one in kind. I do not care if I'm forty years old, For the sake of Kaiba I will be bold. And when … Continue reading Why Fan Girls Creep Me Out
Is This Mental Illness?
Rationalize the irrational sick brain. It says 'die' tell it 'no.' But a thought is still a thought, both 'die' and 'no,' leaving the heart alone in the chest, craving, craving. Only death really ends it. Now there's a reason. Rationalize that irrational screaming. They'll leave no love no warmth no peace the world's a … Continue reading Is This Mental Illness?
How to Be Wealthy
One day I'll own a car with A/C and a working radio (glory, CD player!) Won't I be wealthy then? One day I'll buy a bagel smothered in cheese without worrying that it'll break the bank. (I really like bagels) Won't I be wealthy then? One day I'll pay my own freaking rent as easy … Continue reading How to Be Wealthy
I Don’t Want to Take My Medicine
8I don't want to take my medicine. I want to be able to choose for myself whether I'm frightened or not. But every hour asks me, 'do you think you need your drug?' It's weakness, that little orange bottle, filled with sedatives. I want to be strong. Normal. Have a chance to be proud. Not … Continue reading I Don’t Want to Take My Medicine
Ghostwriting
Line of letters that are not mine, though I'm awake late making them bit by bit. Someone else will lie and say it's theirs. Money is money. I will never say its mine because I kept a promise to say it wasn't. Someone else will lie and say it's theirs. A story. Is it nicotine? … Continue reading Ghostwriting
Autumn Nostalgia
I think it's getting chilly. I can smell Halloween and taste Christmas, and can't help but feel I wasted Summer. No more beaches, no more swimming, no more laying out in bright sunshine. Look forward. I know. But I don't have balmy warm days, and drinking in rainbows of leaves just doesn't happen. No more … Continue reading Autumn Nostalgia
Victim
I hurt. Quick numb the pain numb the pain. Because there's nothing I can do to change. If only it were my fault. Numb it. Numb it. Powerless. You hurt, and you just have to hurt. SHUT UP! Numb the pain numb the pain I don't feel a thing, because what else do I do … Continue reading Victim
Butterscotch
Butterscotch on the back of my throat. Like thick corn syrup and straight sugar. Swallow down, swish it around, cringe and frown. Butterscotch synonym for sun for the vampire I always thought I was. Swallow down, swish it around, cringe and frown. Butterscotch maple drenched pancakes without the cake heavy in my stomach. Swallow down, … Continue reading Butterscotch
Author T.S. Lowe 