Downfall of Angelface

Published 9 years ago Downfall of AngelfaceSimple words exchanged.“Are you person X, Angelface?”“What are you talking about? NO!”“Yeah right.”Feel the words, like a slap in the face.He doesn’t believe me.He thinks I’m a liar.He thinks that I would play with him, lie to him.After all the years in this strange friendship that only two of…

Love, Poems

Cloud Nine Becomes Cloud One

Cloud nine is no fun,Where there is no sun,It’s a cold, dark place. It’s below freezing,I’m a block of ice,What you said,Didn’t feel too nice. I’m now alone,On cloud nine,But if you ask,I’ll say I’m fine. I feel trapped,Like a mime,No words come out,This is far from sublime. I love you,But things aren’t fine,High above,On…

Love, Poems

Tuck’s American Road Trip! The Agony The Ecstasy

Part One — The Agony & The Ecstasy Bradley Tucker ‘Tuck’ Grayson was scurrying about his apartment getting ready for his wedding. His long time best friend and Best Man, ‘Bimbo’ Billy Bryson, had just arrived from picking up the bride-to-be’s suitcases for the honeymoon and was squeezing Tuck’s one measly banged up bag into…

Anal, Fucking, Sex, Straight

Student Nurse, Part 1: Kate’s Heartbreak

Student Nurse Part 1: Kate’s Heartbreak At home over Christmas break of her last year in nursing school, Kate found it tough to stay true to her boyfriend, Brad. Seeing her parents and friends and relations was fun, but one handsome old boyfriend tried to date her and a very broad shouldered guy came on…

Lesbian

Sometimes

Sometimes,I don’t know what to feel.Is this a fantasy?Or could it be real? Sometimes,I feel loved,But like a baby bird,I need to be shoved. Sometimes,I feel hurt,And completely alone,Nothing more than dirt. Sometimes,The cloud has silver lining,A glimmer of hope,Forever shining. Sometimes,I mess thing up,Make it wrong,Maybe I should just shut up. Sometimes,I am stupid,Crazy…

Love, Poems

Just Thinking Of You, Darling

There’s a place in my kitchen,Where your old hat hangs.And every time I pass there,Your perfume fills my lungs. My dustbins are out by the gate,The milk bottles stand by the door.My daily came yesterday, And washed the kitchen floor. It’s seven o’clock in the morning,I’m thinking of things I must do.I’ll just take a…

Love, Poems