• Spanish John commented on the post, cross 8 years, 8 months ago

    “God hates fags.” “Fags go to hell.” I see those signs everywhere these days. I can’t even get away from them on the internet.

    Tell me, when did the cross become a symbol for hate?
    …I must be missing something here.

  • Spanish John commented on the post, strung 8 years, 10 months ago

    Strung up above you are those damn Christmas lights we always fought over. Really, all we ever did was fight, which I guess led you to lie like a lump in your own blood puddle now.

  • Spanish John commented on the post, spine 8 years, 10 months ago

    You’ve got to have spine, Father always said to me. Well Daddy, where was your spine the day you walked away from me for good?

  • It felt as if it would take a century until she got what she deserved for needlessly casting him aside. But he’d keep trying, again and again, until her hysterical screams no longer satisfied him.

  • Spanish John commented on the post, train 8 years, 10 months ago

    Her long blonde hair swished in the wind; that was the last he ever saw of the woman he loved as she boarded the train. There was so much left undone, unsaid, but he’d have to leave it – see if they’d meet again in the next life.

  • The leather of your purse, your boots, your car seats, all had that scent that twenty-some odd years later send me nostalgic chills of the woman I could barely call my mother.

  • You wrapped me in your love before you wrapped me in your insanity. I cast you aside after you threatened my life before you committed suicide. My only regret is still wondering, after two years, who was justified in their decisions.

  • Your hands wrapped around my neck, grasping the life from me as I desperately clawed at them. But eventually, I lost the strength; and you’d never have the courage and I’d never get to tell the courts that the man tried for my murder was innocent.

  • Spanish John commented on the post, collar 8 years, 10 months ago

    I think I grabbed your collar to pull you towards me, but I don’t know. Passion’s grasp was too strong over me to allow me to remember.