September 2012
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August 2012
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July 2012
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Desire Me
I felt undesired- correction, I was, and had been for a very long time.
You stood there in front me, I can remember it like it was just mere minutes away in memory. You looked so sincere and spoke like it too. Your expression trying to resemble something so fucking believable it just made me want to laugh even harder than what was going on on the inside already.
You tilted your head ever so...
June 2012
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femme fatale (intro)
As I walked alley through alley way, back street after street, the hope and thrill of a dangerous approach seemed to be further away from me than what I would have anticipated. It was a friday evening. So where were they? Where was everyone? The insanes, the mindless drunks, the loonies- someone just looking to start some trouble. That’s what I needed, before I could begin to have fun and...
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the Escort
It was never often, but tonight, she cried. Softly, she cried, wiping away the wasted amount of mascara and eyeliner that had been applied only seconds before, and moments before then, there, having to live with the guilt and mess of a person whom stared back at her from the large cylinder mirror, rimmed with the brilliant lightbulbs and feathered boas.
With one leg, mesh stocking, up, resting...
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Natalia drabble
The lonely woman swept through dark corridors, her long, thin ebony hair, a cascade of satin blanket, as her long, frail fingers crept to coil about the brittle, chipped beam of the classroom door. She peeked her head ‘round corner, where she saw him, his posture rising to straighten after having burried his strong nose within the finest of white lines
She couldn’t help but slink...
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a thought
Why does it always seem, that us women, the more make up we wear, the more effort we put into our hair; looks- the more “beautiful” we are… the more unhappy we seem to be with ourselves.
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Untitled
Chapter 01: Blow those words out the back of your head [Tuesday, May 20th; 03:45pm] This was no surprise to Cyrus, as he stood, light headed and faint, inheriting that oh so familiar churning inside his stomach; just waiting on the vomit; only mere inches from who he thought to be someone he ‘loved’. He watched her; he watched how Noel slurred her bullshit words with...
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I Have Sinned
Every now and again, I had to admit, Queenie would share with us, some ridiculous, fucked up, bogus idea about how we needed to spend more quality time together. Like a family should be. But this-bloody hell- this took the cake. And not just a piece. Oh no, this time in particular, that pretty little wife of mine managed to steal this cake; the whole cake, and run with it. It’s a Sunday...
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Hot Tottie
Pryscilla felt Desiré clumsily let go of her hand, unable to regain the grip that once was, due to being whisked away ever so abruptly by the dancing, electrifying crowd. The dance floor was a dangerous place to be when left. Especially for a girl to be all by her lonesome. However, Pryscilla was more than confident enough to trust her gut feeling when a situation was getting bad. Or in her own...
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Party 'til You Puke
The address was right, but the eerie feeling of sinking that ceased to rid it’s condescending churn within Christina’s chest and stomach-…not so much. Was she an idiot? Or was it the dangerous curiosity of inappropriate intrigue? Nonsense. She shook her head wearily as her attention had soon been grasped by the small griddy apartment that stood three stories. She smirked. Head...
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Love is a Losing Game
Christian stared at his cigarette, as it rested in the groove of a ruby red ashtray. Ashes dropped from the tip as it burned slowly. He sighed to himself, before taking a sip of coffee. He glared at Curtis as he entered the kitchen.
“I’m sorry..I don’t do well drunk..” “Curtis, why did you ‘ave to tell her. Why?!” “Why didn’t YOU tell her...
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Passive
Many thoughts rushed through Gallow’s head as he quickly and steadily, (for someone who was hyped up on God-knows how many lines of white,) ran toward his destination that he bet would be the last place he’d score his very last breath. Earlier that night had been quite prosperous, as he could recall. The club scene. Finally, Christina hit the one, eight mark in life. Eighteen. Welcome...
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We Stare At Broken Clocks
There was an instant response as Christian drew back from the bathroom counter, straightening his shoulders and posture, not even bothering to wipe his nose, or mouth, he, in fact, enjoyed the numbing linger of the substance. With such cliche, he took this moment in time to study himself as perfection within the nearest mirror, hands holding onto the sink’s sides. He smirked. Having not been...
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Untitled pt.1
The uncomfortable stomach-churning only happened to grow its worst as Aleksandr lazily rolled tired eyes from one corner of the dark boring room, to the other. He had finished, true. However, he was the farthest from satisfied. Natalia had gotten up almost too fast for someone who had just ended the game of tangled sheets. “What are you doing?” His hoarse voice demanded to know her...
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Dog Days
She was an asset to the group. Unfortunately, Christian knew this very well,so of course, killing her was out of question, but had she been anything other than what she was; a nurse, with above and beyond knowledge and performance, he would have put her out of her miserable breath long ago, when ‘it’ happened the first time. He no doubt detested her just as much as any other out of the...
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Twelve Years Later
Christian looked at her, with what seemed to be a completely different pair of eyes. She had always been a ‘woman’ of his taste, however, now, something about Pryscilla-Jayne Sullivan, just seemed so different. The way she carried herself. Her words now, they just seemed to flow so professionally, more serious than just spilling mindful ditzy babble while that finely nail pressed...
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Charlie & Isaac
“This uniform!” Exclaimed Isaac, as he hopped about, circular motion, trying to properly assemble the buttons that seemed to be giving him so much trouble, on his trousers. “It’s fuckin’ impossible! The broad who made these must be laughin’.” “Whot makes you think it’s a woman?”Barked Charlie. “Of course it’s a woman! No man...
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Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Out of sight, out of mind. That is the way he would handle this. One long, painful day at a time, until he could hopefully forget what loving her felt like. How it burned and pierced, how it drove his mind completely into the ground, over and over again. This was not easy, and despite what lies and activities proved to contain his mind within occupancy, far off within the distant fog of his mind,...
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If the Queen ain't happy...
The luxury, the money, the gifts, the fancy car, the three story, seven room, four bathroom house. Prada shoes, Gucci watches, Chanel this, Dior that. Valentino, Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi, Etro, Versace, Oscar De La Renta, Christian Lacroix—Christian…—This is where my mind would tend to trail off. I’ll be a married woman in less than one year. He is very smart, quite...
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3 Missed Alerts
Normally, in the cases of most men, the sight, or thought of a half naked woman, begging and pleading on her knees would more than likely be a turn on. A real ‘up-getter’. However, I don’t find this anything of the sort. It almost makes me feel sick. And not the kind of sick I’m usually used to. When I don’t take the medication I’m supposed to. It almost hurts...
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7pm
Everything goes well up until seven p.m. everything is silent ‘till the turmoil begins again Home schooled, isolation he loves it when I plead to stop or go deeper I’m only good for “on my knees” Mother works happily in the kitchen for she really has no clue about the things that really happen in the upstairs bedroom The nicks, the cuts, the wounds and scars won’t...
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My Apocalypse
When I was younger, there was a place that I often found myself lost in. Almost every night. This personal place was located within the very depths of my dreams. In a garden surrounded by thick, burning spruce and pine; the ember of hot flames just barely catching the edge of my sleeves. I would walk many paces forward, before, once again, just like every other night dreamt beforehand, and come...
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The Sweetest Dream Will Never Do
There was no such thing as a good sleep. Not anymore at least. No such thing as a ‘better day’. No laughter or smiling. There was nothing. I was nothing. Music was the worst culprit when it came to telling you that everything would be okay. All it takes is time. Time will tell. Time heals everything. Well time was bullshit. Complete, and utter fucking bullshit. Music doesn’t...
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Memorial
My eyes came to a blurry, tear-filled open, as I at once raised my plaid-printed sleeve to wipe it all away. But it wasn’t really any use. As I turned my head slowly, studying everyone else around me, I noticed something wrong. There wasn’t enough. There wasn’t enough people who were here that needed to be. No other friends than what handful of us stood now, ex lovers even,...
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Nineteen
I felt him in my life, before I even thought to. In my heart, and I barely knew anything about him, the way he was, the way he is now. The constant busy life of drugs, sex, and rock and roll. The way he just waltzed into our home, my home like he owned the world, with his crooked smile, his greasy long black hair, tattoos and smudged eye liner, expecting my father do him a kind favour by giving...
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Wonderland: This Wasn't Home
This wasn’t at all how I thought it would all end. Sure he was mad, but his eyes held a distant branch of trust, or so this was what I had thought. Then again, I had also thought Chessy was the one who would lead me to safety, and perhaps a guarantee back to my home; you know…where rocking horses stayed as childhood play things and didn’t have wings. A place when the only time...
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I Need a Doctor
One simple, little, and seemingly insignificant letter. Having not received it, they all would have stayed idle with their young and aspiring lives. Carrying on with university, college, early lives of many things. Careers, children, drug addiction. There were endless amounts of possibilities. However, it was mandatory. It had to be done. The whole idea seemed ridiculous and full to the...
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Monster Parody (Nicki Minaj)
Uh-huh okay, First thing’s first, my cat’s in heat, I dunno what I should use ta fuckin beat, her ass because she’s driving me in-fuckin-sane Maybe I should throw er out in to da traffic lanes the struggle rackin my brain; what i’m gonna do I be up in my apartment throwin fuckin shoes and i’m all up all up all up all up set wit her current state and if she sorry i...
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Constant Knot
“A girl,” Said the Doctor. A beautiful, bright, and wide-eyed, optimistic, new born, baby girl. The parents couldn’t have been more proud. And despite the lack of hair extensions, lip liner, and other Sephora products for the time being, the mother still somehow managed to resound as radiant as ever. The infant ceased crying, bringing its new found breath to result in a soft coo;...
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Safer to Hate Her
Aleksandr inhaled a deep and lengthy breath as his heartless expression attempted to remain as permanent and truthful as possible. He had always been an excellent liar, as well as manipulator. However, this time in particular, proved to be somewhat difficult. Difficult because she could actually see; see into and through his heart and conscience. And perhaps for once in his life, it frightened...
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Just Feel Better
Part of her begged to let it go, to tell herself that yes, things would get better. They would return to the normal; as it once was. That life sometimes worked in mysterious fashions; it happened for a reason. However this time in particular, the key to her locked door of sanctity and refuge, were lost. She needed a change, this was for certain, for she feared that this time she had truly lost...
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Free Bird
When he speaks. It’s always right. It’s always the truth. The right thing; the authority. The outcome. But that’s because, she is the child. Too immature and self-involved to lift her head up and back into reality. To understand and deliver the same amount of ‘hard work’ and ‘dedication’ as he. At nights she’d lie awake in bed, or even just in...
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Bytchkov
You were never this sour, never this hateful. I remember a time, long ago, when the smile spread across your thin lips, that always carried that lush stain of Russian red, did not spoil and wither itself into that malicious, double-crossing smirk that now seems to sit so perminantly against your mouth. The way your neck occasionally dips to the side, as if being irritated constantly, and just by...
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Harriot's Field
It’s days like this, where I just want to grab time, in the manner of which it has no choice but to retaliate and throw me back in life, ten years specifically, where I would be sitting snug in my fall coat and fashionably coloured splash pants, and rain boots, sitting promptly in the passenger side of my fathers red pick up truck. We would drive an hour or more away from the city, to...
June 2011
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Fragile Bird
She slept with the utmost uncomfortable expression. As if even then, unsatisfied. Her fevered dreams she weaved; bringing the occasional night terrors to discomfort and haunt her further. This damsel spoke in the most vulgar of tongues, her words unraveled the worst assets and propositions for all kinds of lonely, cheap and unsatisfied people themselves. They spiraled it seems; coming undone...
