The Twisted Roads To My Madness
…“I came here STUPIDLY seeking your help, so don’t take the opportunity to make me out to be the enemy I’m NOT! YOU, you were the one who betrayed MY trust, not I yours!” he spits through saliva drenched lips while thrusting a finger into his own chest aggressively. “And incase you’ve forgotten, YOU were […]
I asked the question, unable to be asked, simplified the understanding, given to fly, we queried, we sinned, proven the changes, silenced within, a cloud full of rainbows, a pocket full of rain, wisdom doesn’t come, easy is the same, willow the bindings sea-saw, allowed the tears to fall, pollution of the sickness, a mask […]
proven to be red, the succulent flesh beneath the skin, wanted me to come on in, it tempted me with a bouquet of flowers, washed but not clean, waged in the sin, seared in the meat, a dying star left alone, a tomorrow not mine, freeze the silence, allow darkness in, we beg for the […]
…He sits and casts a wayward glance across the horizon with tightly pierced eyes, while a gentle breeze blows over the peaceful sea of tranquility the lies before them. “There is a world beyond everything you see, further and further, never out of reach, and that is as far as it needs to be. For […]
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 […]
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 