EatingMyOwnFears

Flippant and carefree trying to hide the desperate need. His smile was the kindle and his words lit our passion. I am ablaze with us   though      I fear         I'll burn him and he'll brush me a aside like last night's ashes.

 In the Devil’s playground too tormented to see The similarities of hate between you and me Black and white and guns and knives We’ve torn apart too many lives. Our blood is the same but the hate is too Boiling inside us like a toxic brew Exploding outward and staining the others Destroying it all, brothers, sisters, our mothers… Misunderstanding and doubt and pain And ego and anger in this twisted campaign The fires of misdirected youth with corrupt foundations have become the cold granite of loathing and nasty declarations. I am too old to change and too cold to care that the price of this game may be too much to bare.

Cigarette smoke clings to the faded wallpaper as we twist between memory stained sheets,    once more caught in another inclination toward something possibly objectionable. I thought you were the one tied down but I can feel the unmistakable burn from braided cords as you quote lyrics I never heard of. Either way, the song is clear enough. I'll never understand how fingers so young, too young to hold such a vast range of experience, could promise such wild, untamable storms. But then bottles of whispered seductions have weakened even the strongest warrior -- and I drank willingly. Caught in an inclination, I could live here forever or

In adoration we started, in mind it will never pass. He danced across my form with talented tongue and fingers that never stilled. I begged for respite but he refused to surrender. He is my hero, my joy bringer; I returned the favor in full. The end was quick and bloody but he wouldn't change a thing. Battle wounds revealed proudly, a knowing smile oft upon my face. I shall never forget him either.

She shifted in her chair but the angry hiss to her left reminded her she was bothering her neighbor again.  The world rolled by on the other side of the train's passenger window and she tried to think about what lay ahead.  What was gone by was of little matter now. 48 hours by train seemed the longest two days of her life. But she had a goal; a plan to change life's choices. 48 hours compared to her lifetime's past was nothing.   Home was no longer an option.  Or rather that place, It was never a home.  Not for her. Until yesterday, she had dealt with it. Until yesterday, life was just som

Confession to a Bear (warning:  horror and inferred abused) Teddy? Teddy, are you sleeping? I have to tell someone. I know you will keep my secret. We have to be quiet though. We dont want to wake anyone. Not Him. Not Them. They haunt me, you know, crazy shadow people scratching at my walls. Momma says it's all my imagination. "There's no such thing as shadow people." She smiles with tight lines around her eyes and tucks me in. A kiss upon my brown hair covered head then she turns out the light and closes the door. I use to have a night light but Daddy said I was "too old for that shit." I don't think Momma t