DisappointmentCan do a couple things.It can drop you into a giantsucking sinkhole ofdepression,a place you have to fightto climb out of. Or itcan trigger an epicmaniato overcome the oddsand transform failureinto success. Say youswingas high...

I’ll Stay…leave…me….I’ll…follow…you.

LightThat’s how I feel-like the winter-fringedbreeze might scoopme up into its wings,flyaway with me trappedin its feathered embrace.I am a snowflake.A wisp of eiderdown,liberatedfrom gravity. My bodyis light. Ephemeral.My head is light.I want to swaybeneaththe...

I don’t believe in God, don’t believe in the devil. Unless you want to count my mother. She might be Satan’s sister, I suppose.

Real love finds you once, if you’re lucky.

We used to do coke, till “Just Say No” put the stuff out of reach. Now it’s crank. Meth. The monster. It’s a bitch on the body, but damn do you fly.

I wonder how long it would take him to realize I’m right as sin – it’s the rest of the world that’s wrong. I’m not even sure how I qualify for admission to Aspen Springs....

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I’d only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn’t say.

Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap,...

In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn’t love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What’s left of us anyway. We are corpses.At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of...

Innocence eroded into nightmare.All because of very bad touch.Love, corrupted.

It was the exact oppositefor me. At first all Iwanted was sex with her,but soon I wanted more.More sex, yes, in unusualplaces, and all different kinds.But that wasn’t all. I wantedher to fill the empty...

Me? Beautiful? I’m plain as cardboard. That may be how you see yourself, but the rest of the world would be hard to agree. You shine brighter than the Milky Way.Now there are those who...

It’s probably weird to think about an addiction like it’s a sentient being, but that’s how it feels. Like it’s something living inside you. Something you can’t get rid of because killing it means killing...

God is love,” she said. “And he respects love, whether it’s between a parents, and child, a man and woman, or friends. I don’t think he cares about religion one little bit. Live your life...

Aloneeverything changes.Some might call it distorted realitybut it’s exactly the place I need to be.

We kissed for aboutthe thousandth time,No promises,no demands,Just solid rebuildingof shattered trust.

…Things happenedwhen you were little. Things youdon’t remember now, and don’t wantto. But they need to escape,need to worm their way outof that dark place in your brainwhere you keep them stashed.

I felt so fine I didn’t once overanalyze the perfect emotion, budding inside. The one I’d always feared most.

She’s no longer afraid to die. What she’s afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

I think it’s easyto confuse love with other things.Lust, for one. Need, for another

Home…Home….the word,…has…no…meaning

Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?

Forever has no meaning when you’re living in the moment.

I’d sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.

Her halo was never gold, or it couldn’t have rusted so completely.

One kiss, I was totally hooked.

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you’ve fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.

Forgiveness isn’t my best thing.Easier staying pissed. But I’mtired of being pissed all the time.Tired of feeling hurt by stuff thatcan never be fixed because it isan indelible part of the past.

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I’m not liablefor my actions. So screw it, I’ll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

Once…Why…lie?…when…truth is…the easier path

I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn’t belong, not in my,church, not in my home, not in my skin.

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like “forever.” Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

Did you ever, when you were little, endure your parents’ warnings, then wait for them to leave the room, pry loose protective covers and consider inserting some metal object into an electrical outlet? Did you...

Some peopleAre worthy of a bullet straightto the heart because that is wherecruelty evolves into evil.Somehumans aren’t human at all,despite how they appear.Humanity is what lives insidepeople,harbored beneath skin, flesh,and bone.

Our kiss eclipses all others, real, imagine, dreamed of. It is the beginning of time, it is the end of the ages.

A problem is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist. If you think about it, life would be kind of boring if it were completely free of friction.

…Every word an author writes causes ripples, like tossing a stone into a pond. And you don’t know where they’ll go, or who they’ll touch, or when they might come back to you. I think...

I Want to ShoutLeave me alone!What’s wrong with you?Don’t you remember who I am? Who you are?This is not a father’s love! I want to scream, Can’t you see what you are doing to me?...

Fireworks. Snowflakes. Sunstroke and frostbite. It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected. I expected demands. He gifted me with tenderness. I expected ego. He let me experiment. I expected disrespect. He...

Anger is a valid emotion. It’s only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don’t want to do.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

in a woman’s womb.another chance.to make the world better.

In a woman’s womb another chance to makethe world a better place.

A word to the unwise.Torch every book.Char every page.Burn every word to ash.Ideas are incombustible.And therein lies your real fear.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on…

Sometimes,you don’t wake up.But if you happento, you know thingswill never bethe same.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who’s supposed to protect you

I love the way she feels inthe curve of my arm. I loveher unpretentious beauty,her intelligence, her nerve.But could I ever love her?The concept of falling in loveis completely foreign, somethingI can’t bring myself to...

Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.