Addicted to good mannersHi. My name is Edith. I'm annoyed. Well, mostly I'mmiffed because I have a boyfriend that cares more aboutlap dances and women at a strip club than yours truly andlast time I checked I was still under 25, had a DDrack, a killer body and looser inhibitions whenintoxicated- AND I didn't charge a dollar a grind.(Although I suppose I could but I didn't want to cheapenmyself like that). While I was in the bathroom strippingout of my post club filth and getting into my pj's I couldn'thelp to think. Women- although we are wonderful lovelycreatures deserving of praise and some degree ofturpitude- are rather dumb when it comes to
DICEDICESweat rolled down my flushed face, beading atmy neck and soaking into my already drenched shirt. Ibreathed hard, struggling to bring the thick air deep intomy lungs as if these precious breaths would be my last.Sharp pains pulsed through my body like torrents,seemingly ripping muscle from bone. None of thismattered. Nothing did.The lights of the Las Vegas Strip danced alongthe street, illuminating the grunge and lively emptiness ofthe streets. A culmination of sounds that echoed fromeach building made the thick air feel vibrate with tension.Faceless souls wandered the streets, seemingly driftingfrom illustrious c
Heaven is burningThere are ashes falling from the skygrey and fragile, they tumblespiraling downfrenzied pirouettes'...like little torn angelsdisintegrated dreams of the desolate destroyersthose that have since forgotten who they were.My ashes are falling, now...blood grey....My reality is crumblingall around.Don't worry.It never existed.INeverExisted.Only what you thought was me.I pretended.What you now see...is the result of what the phoenix has brought you.I am the epiphany.I am the eternal.I shall now live dreamwishplanhopethinkbreatheand not be hindered by your restrictions.I willand I sh
A Psychotic fairy taleA Psychotic Fairy taleThere was once a beautiful princess that was strandedhigh up in a castle--away from humanity. All she hadwere the birds that used to occasionally perch on thetall apple tree in the garden that was right outside herwindow.Each day...she would go to the window and look out andsee the birds- and hear them sing- and her heart wouldbe glad.And night the crickets and the frogs sung her to sleep.Although she was alone- she was happy in that shedidn't know anything else of the world nor did sheexperience any pain or any cruelty of the people thatlived outside her small world.One day, a girl came upon
RealityBy the light of reality-I am tornI am broken into millionsFragments of my lifeShards of glassThat bleed as they cutThe empty holes of myselfAnd puncture the darknessThey make it visibleMy black eyes do not feel the painMy ripped heart knows no sorrowMy raped soul holds no maliceMy mind does not bitterly acheFor the freedomI have never knownSwallowed into submissionThe filth falls around meThe anguish gives me solaceShrouds of death, I am, within-My corpse rots like a flower-Invoke the sharpened shardsHold my powerLet the story begin....