The Twisted Roads To My Madness
He opens his eyes slowly and stares up uneasily at the cold white ceiling that sits above him, and takes a stuttered breath, before slowly casting his eyes downwards. She stands at the end of his bed and smiles softly, her eyes swollen from what he can only speculate is a large amount of crying. […]
…. He looks across the room at him and slowly unclenches his fists while his face untwists, and he falls back into his seat exhausted. “There’s an age old saying about bullshit,” he says as he runs a hand roughshod though his sweat drenched hair. “If it walks and it talks, but it still smells […]
A hand taken, a moment short, liquid dreams filled with nightmares, you asked the tide to come in, but never allowed it to stay, a figment seen but not heard, the imagination on its own, we lied to save face, yet yielded when we didn’t need to, for the signs were shown, before the a […]
Wicked seas rode, high yet low, ashore the damnation given, below the waters hidden, a single martyr, a feast to rejoice, proclamations of a father, when the mother is not carrying a son, faded jingles, we strive to see the moon, perished with the dying, a womb empty too soon, a seeded disaster, an ending […]
….“A plan is only as good as its desired ending, and if you don’t have a thoroughly thought out ending, you’re in danger of having a bad day all round. Now, I don’t say this just to be a buzz kill, I say it because not only are you without a focused outcome, but without […]
….“We didn’t choose you man, fate did, we just showed up.” he says with a callous grin. “See, for me, you could’ve been anyone, from anywhere, and we still would’ve jumped you like we just did. Unfortunately for you, as fate would have it, you weren’t, you were you, but we are still us.” Clyde […]
The rain continues to wash ever downwards, thrusting itself like a loaded weapon onto the desolate wastelands that stretch ever onwards before him. Flint pulls himself to his knees and allows himself another vacant moment of nothingness to soak in feelings long since lost. He grips the earth beneath him tightly with scarred hands and […]
“You can’t be serious, a snake is not some kind of toy that you freely play around with, it is a hunter, a vicious pest that lives life with only one focus, death and devastation, a violent life bathed in the shallowness of a sea of red. You can’t trust them! You can’t reason with […]
“This schism you have described, is well documented in the archives of my people, almost as if you had been the one writing those words down on paper, which brings me to the question, did you?” “Did I what?” “Did you write down the words you used, the words you described the schism to me […]
Six years ago I had this idea, it was crazy at first, and became even more unhinged as it progressed. For that idea, insanity was born upon a road. This blog is that road. This twisted road of madness. Fitting that Friday the 13th is the day we celebrate this journey. Let us see how […]
“But I’m not Lucy, Lucy’s dead,” she says with a puzzled look on her face. “Sure, she is now, but you used to be Lucy before you killed her,” he says with a confident bravado. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve never been Lucy, and I NEVER k-killed her, s-she killed h-herself.” she stammers nervously. […]
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woven flesh, sewn up dreams, a cut here, a cut there, blood everywhere, my sweet denial, my dying queen, the lies we told each other, the cries we hold dear, purpose built betrayal, dirt turned, holes filled, not sexual, but sensual, you foretold me, I broke you, blind, but we see…
….Fish after fish hit the ground, twitching and twerking their way across the car park until there are a thousand or more flopping around on the bitumen. Then as suddenly as it all started, the clouds filter away and the sun beats itself down upon the homeless fish, while Joseph and Keaton stand before it […]
A frozen winter, waves within the sea, last rites given, a widow behind me, a broken heart cut in two, as the devil asked of me, a bet, a payment, a deal wagered in the wisdom of tomorrow, resistant was not my game, he severed the connection, remade my shape, flesh roasted on the skin […]
As the sun sets, and the stars rise, I see a difference in your eyes, an emptiness I cannot deny, and then I stop, a look again, and see the image of another me, standing before me, being me for me, while I am nothing, I am a tree, a plastic something, setting, while the […]
….“That’s when I awoke from the dream that had been my life, and saw through new eyes, eyes that had seen this moment of clarity, and I knew then and there, that there was more for me than just what I had.” he says as he rifles around in the duffel bag that sits open […]
Broken, but not stained, the hardened manhood, flaccid days are gone, wooden structures, built against the grain, a goat, a deer, my seaman smeared across your face, die in the digestion, of a place not named, perform my ritual, swallow not spit, regret, forget, forgotten, a name lost, but carved in my chest…
….“The quotation was forward to you as a request, not a suggestion. You required work to be performed, and I require a costing more f said work. If we cannot meet at this halfway point as originally agreed, then I shall be forced to take my business elsewhere.” Savo grunts through a mouth tightly clenched. […]
A single task given a new world mask, hidden in sight, plain and free, poser with a chip to focus, lies upon the system of a uniformed silence, I asked to give it, yet never received it, purpose driven, without a hope, we paved the way, while the path was lost, a cracked egg shell […]
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