He smiles, believing he’s going to score. But this boy playing at being a man doesn’t understand; he and I, we aren’t even playing the same game
The preacher had a tall, wiry frame. One that made it seem like he could reach up and grasp heaven, balancing it in his palms. However, what he did with those hands, well that belong in hell…
The Internet an oxymoron
It brings many together while tearing other lives to shreds
It allows us to learn so much or it fills our heads with lies and shit
It spreads love and hate in equal dosages It is the modern-day yin and yang
(I know this is true, I read it online)
Racism, bigotry, and misogyny
Block it out, look away
Pretend everything is okay
He’ll cling to his illusions, she’ll hold on to her delusions
Hold tight to that slice of comfort
And never see anyone else’s discomfort.
“Don’t be an alpha-hole.” Tom snorted. “A what?” “An asshole that acts like an alpha douche. He thinks he’s a badass know-it-all and worst,” Kim leans back in her chair, “is under the illusion he can boss me around.” Tim’s smile widens. “I’d never dream of it.”
Will the fire for either ever dim, and die out?
They are my curse and my blessing, with me until my body turns to dust and my soul finds its home
He as so beautiful it was as if the late, great artists had created him. Michelangelo carved his chiseled, perfect body and van Gogh painted his deep green eyes and perfect ebony hair. Too bad Dante was in charge of his attitude.
Morning Ode to Coffee
I love when its steam tickles my nose
I love its scent of sunshine & heaven
I love that first sip, hate the last
I wish it were one of the major food groups
My obsession, my love for coffee is downright distributing
His life was about as interesting as the static flickering on her TV; gray, unchanging. An indistinguishable and uninteresting blur. It was time to change to the channel. Hell, time to throw out the TV and his life. Exchange it for a different one.
The heart has two sides, and they’re hungry
The left is light warmth that craves hope, laughter, and love
The right is dark shadows that feast on resentments, rage, and spite
Which side you feed is your choice