Roses have thorns

And when I say roses

I really mean this life

And all it throws at us

Those are the thorns

The trials and pains

pricking our hearts

And robbing our gains

Along the stem we travel

A path of love and cruelty

We reach the pedaled top

Becoming perfect beauty...

Four?

Is it four or more?

How many birds are singing?

As I sit here in my backyard

Taking deep breathes of cool air

What could sound more peaceful?

How can all these disjointed melodies

Meld together to make such beauty?

I wonder what they are saying?

What?

Did I just hear my name?

Did the birds just sing my name?

Am I understanding their song?

How is this happening?

Oh how lovely!

...

The stars smiled upon us

As if they knew we’d soon join them

They did

The stars feast upon us

As if our screams fuel their hunger

They do

The stars soar across space

As if hunting for other worlds to consume

They are...

This is about the type of person who will thoroughly enjoy the upcoming novel Confession Of An Accidental Killer. If, after reading said critiera , you find yourself identifying with it, please feel free to contact me for your copy of this future book.

1. You Can Read

This is an unfortunate requirement to the enjoyment of the book until the audiobook version has been completed which will be re...

My Dame’s Rocket launched last night. As the full moon’s soft glow swept across the garden, I watched its purple peddles spread wide. She was finally awake.

Good.

My patience was at its end.

Immediately I snatched it up, plucked the pedals, and crushed them in my hands. I cackled.

Running into the shed, I tossed the dead flower into the steaming black cauldron; its contents bubbling and hissin...

I have to pass this test.

I HAVE to.

If I don’t, my dad’s going to ship me off to military school and my band is toast!

Ah,man. I have no idea who Caligula was.

Arugula’s husband?

Bummer, man....

I thought I was good

Not the bomb

But at least alright

better than most

Far from the worst

But the truth came to light

I thought I was scum

Not a saint

Can’t make it right

Can’t be saved

Can’t be helped

But the truth came to light...

“You walk into a room with crimson walls and red lights. Rose petals are strewn on the perfectly fitted bed. A woman lays on the fluffed pillows, facedown, blood trickling down her flesh-“

“Okay, I’m gonna stop you there,” Jerry said to the director from behind his desk.

The director, slicking back the strands of black hair that have fallen out of place, sat back in his folding chair. He was we...

If Only you knew

How much it hurt

When you kicked me

In the face

But also the heart

My heart throbs

From the betrayal

My face throbs

Mostly from the kick

But also some from the betrayal

Because you betrayed me to my face

then kicked it

I don’t know what hurts worse

probably it’s my face

But also my emotional face

My eyes of love you blackened

My nose of joy is bleeding

My mole of sadness rip...

The clock strikes 6:00 and he’s talking away.

“Wakey, wakey, Benny Boo!”

I roughly fling the covers off and stomp to the bottom drawer of my desk. I yank it open.

Starring up at me with a annoying smile is my head.

“Thought you could drown me out in here, didn’tcha, Benny Boo?” My head says.

I don’t respond.

“Well, pooh on you, Benny Boo! Ya can’t get rid of me that easily!”

He’s knows I ...