Leopards never change their spots

And I never told a lie,

Look at how things can change

So quickly,

Do you miss me?

Or at least who I was,

Because it seems the feeling is

Unrequited....

All for you,

I give my blood and money,

All for you,

I give my time and heart,

There is charity in love

so romantic and unrequited,

All for you,

There is poverty in the rational mind

so try not to think so much...

One of the craziest feelings is knowing you’ll be dead by the end of the day

I consistently held my own life in my own hands regularly.

No ties, no belts, no pillows, no pills—nothing has stopped me yet.

Now I want to grow older—but not old.

Now I want to love—and be loved.

Ultimately my life will always be in my hands, but it feel less and less like a fiery burden as time drags on....

I knew that perfection was always a long shot—in fact I never believed it to exist. No matter my location I brought my camera, just in case the situational perfection would arise. That afternoon, however luck may have presented it, I was staring straight in the face of perfection.

Stalking this couple through a two mile hike on an old bike trail was exhausting. The path, narrow and gravel. But th...

I knew his name and his face,

Passing glances in the halls,

Sophomore English class

And elementary school beyond.

I wouldn’t say he was a good person, in fact he was a bigot.

But I believe almost nobody deserves to die,

And he did a week after graduation.

We were acquaintances,

I knew his name and he might’ve known mine.

But loss feels all the same whether he knew my name....

hospital sterile never smelled sweeter than after discharge,

but I smell it sometimes when things are getting bad again,

I think of that beautiful room with the bolted down beds and doors without knobs,

I miss the group therapy, oddly enough,

Probably because I love talking about myself.

hospital sterile never scared me more than that first stay,

the one where I was underweight and shivering,

I...

You assume I’m a cannibal, don’t you? I mean, who wouldn’t—head chef with a dark secret. The story writes itself here. Except it doesn’t.

No, no, you see my secret is much more entertaining. I’m a damn good necromancer working for a vegan super- corporation. I steal the best meat and cuts from my deli, replace them with meat substitutes, and take the stolen meat to my lair. I work my magic, I get...

Darlin’ do you hear the sound of morning break,

Do you taste the birdsong,

Do you indulge in the atheism of the moment?

Darlin’ please say something to reassure your unjustified existence.

//I’m here, though voiceless, though so unknowing of your urgency//

Darlin’ is it your body without soul that I can no longer allow linger in our bed?

Because I see the angels coming, and I laugh.

Every angel ...

“Why are you defending her? She’s not who she says she is.”

I held my ground, bit my tongue. What he was saying wasn’t news to me. The simple thing about the situation was I didn’t care about her true identity.

“Why does that matter now? Look at what’s happened and tell me that a new name matters.” I said.

He shook his head—always the stubborn one. The weariness in his eyes bordered on paranoi...

This was not something I ever anticipated, and as a writer it was something I feared. I stood in a room of those I’ve wronged the most, and I think they were all out for blood.

At first I noticed Evander, the sun kissed immortal love interest, from my only novel I’d ever written. Poor blind Ivor stood beside Evander, suspended in an epic cliffhanger.

I offer a smile, but Evander pulled Ivor clos...