littlegeek42

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.I have fought. I have screamed. I have turned away.Wait.Before you nod before you smile, realize – I have done all this to You.White-washed cassocks, your similar smiles I never believed         (my eyes blinded)You preached,         (You deafened) words stretched across bombastic mouths, arms beckoning forth.Your hands left dust in my hair as you blessed me        (condemned me) with promises of self-subservience, that I may enter your House.Tied my hands         (your promises undone) taped my mouth,         (your sermons drowned) summoned me forwards,         (knees on glass on ground) A Father, Your...

There are days when words flow easywords like a river filled with salmon an exodus in droves driving past your legs (feel the rush?) slippery in their scales rainbow bright brushes against legs skin calves knees you're numb and so is his tongue unthinking while you're buried between the lips and the sheets and the arms and the teeth he talks anyhow unfeeling of how the easy words come so perfectand still he doesn't try!

blink: ringing. metallic, bitter and coldblink: abrupt the metal stops. (wince) his presence            (voiceover) becomes Colossusblink: She smiles (can you hear it in her voice?) : Hello did you get my message? blink: [silence.] . . . :I'm fine. :I love you. bite lip.blink.[silence.] . . . :You're drunk again. (it's a statement, not a question.) :Can we talk later? (slur that)[silence.] . . . [awkward pause.]hang up. the buzz returns. (Remember: feel colder)blink: away tears.

I catch you staring and I wonder        (worry)Do you notice me?Yes, I know you know I’m there.But.Do you notice me?Yes, I know you know I wear glasses.But did you ever notice that my eyes are two colors?Yes, I know you know I’ve pierced my ears.But did you ever notice that I hate needles?Yes, I know you know that hugs are nice.But did you ever notice I hug tighter because I love you?(I’m scared)I know how lucky I am to have you.Girls would love (Lust) to have you.I know.But theydon’t (can’t) notice that youdon’ttake notice of my need (yes, need)to be(honestly)noticed. (by you)

twisting (given) up arms entangled legs folded weird angles neck bent the (only) way it shouldnever beslowly, steady nowand blood (Acid) fills my mouth

     It was cold. The kind of cold that can only exist late at night, when the world is silent and even places that are thrumming with life in the sun become still. It isn’t a cold that sweeps across your arms and face and numbs your skin; it’s the cold of the still, the cold that is a product of the calm silence that covers the world as it sleeps. I was lucky. I was awake. The moon shone down brightly, sifting through the thick branches of the evergreen trees that sheltered the small playground against the rest of the world. The muted light that did fight its way through the branches washed the structures and blacktop in an odd shade of g...

Alyssa lifted her face to the night sky and flung her arms wide, as if to welcome to quarter-sized snowflakes falling from the sky. I stood at the edge of the stairs just watching her. I was almost afraid to come near, almost afraid of ruining the picture of absolute happiness that she was projecting into the dark. She fell to her knees and shouted to me.“Devin, it’s wonderful! Who thought it would snow this late in winter…” Alyssa laughed and fell completely down, arms still spread wide. Tentatively, I walked to the center of the field to join her. I stood over her and she stared back up at me. “Come down here.” Alyssa tugged on my ankle,...

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, Chester close behind. The warmth inside the house was a welcome change from the harsh winter wind outside and I shrugged out of my jacket. Chester walked ahead of me to the living room, collapsing onto the couch. He turned on the television. I sat on the other side of the couch, drawing my legs up onto the cushions.“Chester, I’m sorry,” I said, fidgeting with the hem of my jeans. I saw him open his mouth as if to say something, but I knew that if I let him interrupt, I wouldn’t finish what I had to say. “No, Chester. Let me finish. I’m sorry about Gina. I really am. I’m sorry about the clubbing...

My hands were shaking as I unlocked my car. I couldn’t tell if it was from the nicotine, the cold, or because Chester was quietly standing on the other side of the beat-up Subaru Outback. Maybe a mix of all three. Sliding into the driver’s seat I leaned over and unlocked the passenger door. Chester got in wordlessly, and I didn’t try to break the silence before I’d safely gotten onto the freeway. I drummed my fingers on the wheel.“So…” I glanced over at Chester. He was staring out the window, watching the city lights rush past. “How long have you known?” He slowly turned his head away from the window to face me. He shrugged.“She came over ...

I let my eyes wander over the packed dance floor as I lit yet another cigarette. Maybe I’d catch a familiar face, one other than yours. I’m rather tired of yours, actually. More accurately, I’m tired of seeing your figure wrapped around a guy other than Chester night after night. You know, Chester? Your boyfriend? I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be seeing this. I shouldn’t be squinting through the smoke, watching the mass cluster-fuck in the center of this rank hole-in-the-wall club in hopes of seeing someone I could talk to. I should be at home, playing video games with Chester, your boyfriend. Hell knows I hang out with him more than yo...