
Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
You wanted it… you just had to get, you begged for it: a piece of me… and then, that was it – I did accept, the invitation sent, maybe ungraciously… I showed up one day, remember? when the skies were grey, guess you hadn’t been, expecting me… but there I…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Would you be, any fonder of me, if I suddenly chose, to start listening? Would you decide, to more deeply confide, the darkness behind, your odd eccentricities? Shall I unbind, this heart of mine, lay it down on your table, where the other parts lie? I suppose you’d prefer, if…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Now I lay me down to sleep again, in the grips of a dread that I slumber within, the same unforgiving and cramped position, wound up mentally and the ratcheting begins, the memories and tragedies flood fatally in, my body won’t sink and my mind only swims, things I regret…

Originally posted on Americana Injustica:
Shitty tattoos,Absent front tooth,Alcohol infused,Jaw flapping,Knuckles rapping,Air leaking through,Big brown eyes,Telling nonstop lies,You’re fucking high,Unclean,Unforeseen,Not enough miles between,That stinky lifestyle,The steaming shitpile,Rusted turnstiles,Nothing worthwhile,I lost too,Much to you,It’s all bled through,The truth,Fire country,Attention hungry,Back full of monkeys,There’s no saving you,You’re too far beyond,Slithering, And talking long,There’s no fixing you,You built…

Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
The trappings we drag, for the overnight stay in the damp, dark, cold to the touch; parts of the hell that we personally designed just for moments like these; when the world feels too small for how much we don’t feel.
And a biting sense of sarcasm, wit and sharpness to really make fools of those who do not know how to properly read such an exquisite piece!!
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Glad we don’t get trick or treaters here on the marina, nor carol singers at Yuletide.
We had the former at the house once though, and cute little kids (parents in background) in fancy dress knocked on the door. We were prepared. A group of three teenage lads tried their luck and got silly string instead as they’d made no effort at all. Ten minutes after being squirted, they were back, improvising on our front step as a headless torso (coat over head and shoulders) carrying head (pal under armpit lurking on the lower step in our bushes) and the third asking if we had any string left. We gave them a couple of bars of chocolate, and two weeks later they were back at our door singing carols! They got a flea in their ear for that trouble as it was way too early!
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We NEVER get carolers here where I live, lol.
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