Twisted-Addiction

I want to be Josey Wales with a hot pistol and empty bullet shells, Cold eyes and an accent that could break hearts and glass. I look at their eyes, at their countenance and hearts. Give me the tell of expedient death. Your fate is now, thus I pluck their strings with a trigger. Bang, bang, bang. Quick and in succession, piercing their hearts like a rouge cupids arrow. The blood falls off my hands like quicksilver. I turn to see my omen, standing there on fire in the drawn sun. Even stone hearts soften. Even cowboys die. There is a movement but I'm already blind, There is a sound but I'm already deaf, There is blood, but I've al

                                    When did love become not enough?                                    How did it become a stale fairy tale?                         The kind kids think they are too grown to be told.                       How did it become something only for the beautiful?                                            As if clothes were enough.                                     As if words could ever be enough.                                                   Still, in line we fall.                                                        Once again,                                                           It&#

                                                     Remember when?        Remember when trees smiled and the mocking bird’s song was never lost?                            When time was a word we couldn’t quite utter?                                           Where forgotten was a home,                         And love was what we breathed instead of believed?                                  As we slept I slipped into your dreams, and                                                   Something was right.                                                     Remember when?        Remember when demons we had hidden in

What if life is a dream? What if Row, Row, Row Your Boat was a little more profound than we fist thought? I keep having these dreams where I'm being encased in a water encrypted tube straight out of one of the alien movies. Electrodes are strapped to my head, which are transmitted into static snow. Only these faceless scientists can interpret the mess that is supposedly my thoughts. I am an experiment. However something has gone terribly awry. I keep thinking about the room. I keep thinking about the wires, the water, and the scientists. My eyes start to flutter backwards as if I'm having an attack of some sort and the snow turns into highly

Principal You are the…? Uncle The uncle, I flew in just last night. What happened? Principal Sit down; your nephew injured another one of our students. Uncle What happened? Principal We aren’t sure. Felix isn’t talking and the boy who was injured is in the hospital right now. (The uncle gives a sad sigh) Other students say that the injured student was trying to comfort him and Felix snapped. Normally a fight this severe would result in immediate expulsion, and possible persecution by the victim. No questions. However in my experience I believe that that would only… Make matters worse. There is no protocol for so

                            I feel like the puppet with broken strings                 as if I should be thrown out with the other broken things                                         (as if I'm already there)                       or maybe this is the feeling of lost and found                           maybe this is why I am no longer profound                    Just like everything else forgotten and hidden away                                 I am uncertain if I still exist today                           Maybe this is why I can no longer think...                                 Maybe this. is. why. I can't. think.      

  There was once a boy and a girl who had found a chest of untold amounts of treasure. At the time of this fantastic discovery they were on a camping trip at least thirty miles away from civilization. Being that there were the only two in the their party, and because the chest weighed at least one hundred pounds, the two were forced to work together. The boy and girl, who had been friends since birth, had grandiose dreams of people waiting on them hand and foot, of women draping across his lap like attention starved dogs, of men craving her beauty and touch. Their futures were anew! Gold filled chest in hand they started to trek back to town.

So... It's been about a week since she stopped talking to me. For awhile I was going insane. So I decided, if she's going to cut off all contact I'm going to do the same. (Pauses. Takes out a pack of cigarettes. Starts to pack them.) She said we were never close. That her boyfriend was the best thing that ever happened to her. I saw her a few days ago. She was so happy. She passed me as if I were invisible. One night I was out driving and I drove into a parking lot, turned off the engine, and listened to that whistling sound you get when Everything is too quiet. All I could think about was how utterly envious I was that guy. I was

                                         Memory is the key to freedom                        The key from the devil's chest, choking on bated breath                              From

                                                               We drag our wounds against salt and dirt                                                               We claim energy from the earth herself                                                            Then steal one zealously wanted breath                                                             To maybe become one sentient being                                                                          To breathe the north winds                                                      Now fill our lungs with smog and cinder