“Tara, you can have the house,” I said. “You can have it all.” Tara looked down and away. “You sure?” We’d been on the verge of divorce for the better part of a year. I’d hoped the trip to Mexico would change things — light the spark again kind of thing. No such luck. SheContinue reading “Divorced (Make Love to Me) – Dusting off Dreams”
The depth of her green oval eyes encapsulates every part of me, sending chills the length of my spine it does. A breath under a tongue kiss grants me permission, permission to speak. To say anything at all, but my lips are fixed on kissing sanity to the wind, but then again, I’d taken theContinue reading “Smile”
A reckless word softens the burden of a cheap insult, escalating the blow of another, you’re a fucking losers. Bitterness cues up a sarcastic grin left hanging in the bittersweet tide of a solitude Carolina sky, leaving excuses to the chandelier’s wolves that fell when she slammed the door. Even the warmth couldn’t melt her icyContinue reading “Lovers & Losers”
Someone whom I don’t know rests beside me in my bed. My head is that of crushed rocks My pockets are flushed with copper and led. Oh, fuck! Next week I’m soon to wed. And it’s not the girl in my bed. (Dusting off Dreams)
She gains her composure as if when a latte splashed with vanilla comes to life. Hot on the outside and sweet on the inside. The aroma hovers above naked oxygen, making its way to my nostrils, making my mouth water, making me want her. (Dusting off Dreams #68 out of 166k in poem)
Chills travel the length of her spine with him in mind. She centers him just in time, kissing under the silver moon, holding back is all her strength to say what she’s always wanted to say.
She loses her cool as if a rock tossed into the depth of Niagara Falls. Darkness huddles above, and strong winds gather the debris beneath, touching every part of me. Rain, which is that of her tears, falls upon my thin skin. I’m such a fucking fool.
Get it together, Mark, I thought. A cracked mirror hung over the sink upon which I leaned. I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with a handful of warm water. I opened my eyes, and blood appeared on my hands. I winced, stepping back and slammed my eyes shut. I rechecked my hands. NoContinue reading “The Wrong Father – Chapter 4 – Wattpad Version”
“What the fuck are you guys doing in my house?” a voice echoed in the dark as he closed the door the wind whipped through the room. “Doing some detective work, are you? Listen, I don’t know you, and I don’t want to know you. Get the hell out of my house before I shootContinue reading “Alisha Vanished – Chapter 5 – Wattpad Version”
(Updating) “Don’t get me started!” I said. “I was in a hurry.” I had a mini-shovel in my trunk and gardening gloves. What? I’m not a criminal. I had to take what I could find. It’s not like Alisha gave me notice. I dropped everything, even my dick in my hand, which I was jerkingContinue reading “Alisha Vanished – Chapter 4 – Wattpad Version”