air thick with doubt,
lungs sticky with presperation and smaoke.
blood poisoning setting in
the narcotics kicking off
her lazy head
drooping
dragging
the wall-tarnished brick-
the floor- cracked. broken-
scarring up her lipsticked mask
her mascara smile twisting. twisting.

where is your heart? (broken)
where does your mind go once you've lost it?

5.20.11.

You struck me so hard.(5) There's a leak in my heart that I just can't stop and blood pours out in a fountain of love.(20) Mend the hole with kisses and maybe I'll forgive you, baby.(11)

The Jeffersons

There was once a family by the name of Jefferson. They lived at the corner of 4th and Vine in a 3&1/2 story house painted a rather off-putting shade of mauve. The neighbors hated mauve and were convinced that Mr. Jefferson was partial to the color for that reason. he was just a spiteful man like that. A pipesmoking, tweed wearing, walking ego. One may say that his head was so big that he had to get his hats special ordered from a shop in India that specialized in elephant attire. As a result, he had a rather eclectic headdress collection.

Mrs. Jefferson died in a house fire back in '83, reportedly started by a malfunctioning electrical socket. Though the family of poor Matilda Jefferson knew in their hearts that it was a lie, for the Mrs. had an unparelelled passion for matches.

Bat Romance: a Batman Fan Fiction (preview)

BATMAN- GOTHAM CENTRAL- ROOFTOP:

I feel my soul die, watching- horrified- as the jagged blade plunges deep into Joker's chest. Suddenly my little Joke isn't so funny anymore, his oh-so-familiar grin twisting to a grimace giving way to shock. And his eyes... goddammit...

His eyes cry out for me:

B- BATman...

His complete vulnerability in this moment tears my heart in two.
I didn't mean those words, Joker. Dammit! What if the last thing he ever hears from me is that I don't need him? That I don't want him? That I don't want him? They were LIES.

He. Completes. ME.

Please, God, let me go back and replace those lies with the words: I love you. I love you because you bring out the best in me. You bring out what I love about myself. you give me the strength to carry on day after day. You are my EVERYTHING.

...

yer.very.nonversational.

Where's the monster under yer bed now mutha---- give me a reason to shoot and loose my head from all the----  oh hey there yuh lost me in the limelight of yer reddened lips sticked for other people (when the sad track hits rock bottom there's no turning back till the bassline) an' I told you NO NO NO NO yes as a matter o' fact I DO have a wicked foothold on my monkeybars for it's only noon o'clock and tea is after supper and my mother wants me home before yesterday so take me to the lake and push till the melody goes all wonky and junk.

Pulchritudinous.

what is beauty?
am I beauty?
give me a reason to believe that you give a-

your not the first to tell me half the things you say.
in fact I'm sure it's all been said before,
so just give up
go home
and have a wonderful day.

Hitherto.

Henceforth and hitherto
where did the good go?
my Marry has an awful ache
for her Heart is full of blood.

Without the dreadful stench of dead
I don't know what to do.
The time has come to tear apart all that has been whole
and break away for something new
something blue
and something borrowed.

Can't we Kiss and Makeup?
Can we just forget and regret?
my martyrdom has run it's course
run through the motions with a pike
and run away with the spoon.

Give me a chance to redeem myself,
my brain is merely a bundle of cells -> atoms -> electrons, neutrons, protons
you can't expect much from a man with no soul.

Henceforth and hitherto.
where did the good go?