The concrete is colder than I thought it’d be. More abrasive. Like sandpaper and those small, painfully annoying pebbles that squirm their way into your shoes back when you’re a kid drunk off sugared drinks and running like a bat outta hell around the pla...
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Timestones
Can a romantic Goth really cross time to be with the woman he loves?I don't need reminding I'm different from the other kids, but they do it anyway, eroding my self-confidence like waves pounding the headland. Sure I wear black jeans, trench coat and eyeliner. Docs, not Converse. Trivium on my playlist over Bieber or Swif...
The Comic Shop
At this weeks game, The winner gets Moriah's DignityIt was a busy Friday at Raven’s Inferno, the comic shop James and I owned. We only had it for a few months before we started to get really stressed at the paperwork and number crunching, but we were turning quite the profit for a small-time comic store. W...
Superman
A short poem inspired by my real life SupermanI’m in love with Superman. During the day he’s disguised and fits in with the crowd, But I know his secret. When we’re alone at night he makes me scream out loud. Clothed in his well tailored suit, no one knows the power he holds, Bare and confronting, I...