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She swept it all under the rug. The drinking, the smoking, the yelling…the blood, the bruises. She was just fine hiding it all away and pretending everything was fine. He was creeped out by her friendliness. His rug wasn’t big enough to hide the dysfunction in their relationship.

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 03.06.2011 @ 1:30 pm


I lived in the basement for most of my teenage years. My parents say it was one of their biggest mistakes. I dunno. It made my life easier.

Except for the spiders.
And the cement walls.
And the darkness.

But darkness can be your friend.

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 01.25.2011 @ 12:33 pm


Like a rocket ship blasting towards the sky, feelings rise and soar above everything we know.
Up,up, and away into the unknown they can carry us.
It might be scary.
It might be hard.
But the view…..the view is worth it.

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 01.24.2011 @ 10:14 pm


This edition or that edition? What edition is right for me–for the class–for my wallet? None of them really. I don’t read things in editions, I think. So why spend money on this thing I’ll not read? To pretend to do well in class? I’m conforming to a norm that doesn’t fit me. That’s ridiculous.

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 01.16.2011 @ 1:34 am


I am amazed that she still teaches. I could see how she gets a lot of good done for the school, but in the classroom she fails completely. I really hope they fire her, but I know they won’t. I feel sorry for all of her unsuspecting future students and hope that she isn’t their only experience in this area.

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 12.08.2010 @ 7:51 pm


Tattoos aren’t very practical to get. I understand that. Sometimes, they can limit your opportunities. But inked skin is so pretty, and I love drawing on people. If they get me a tattoo gun….can I be responsible enough to create living art?

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 12.04.2010 @ 9:31 am


A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up; it was Spike. After all these years, we hadn’t said one word to each other. But, an instant after seeing him, I know it would be alright. That’s what Spike /did/. I took a shaky breath and tried a smile. “Hey.”

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 11.30.2010 @ 1:15 pm


They stare at him like a piece of meat. The epitome of male beauty. Half naked, steaming. Too bad the real cowboys are less ideal. And they smell! I’ve never met a cowboy like the ones in fantasy. But that makes sense; then it’d no longer be a fantasy.

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 11.17.2010 @ 9:41 am


He was a junkyard dog. Tough and used to his duty. This…”petting” was new. How was he supposed to react? His instincts told him to bark, run around and posture, bite….but it felt so nice……

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 11.15.2010 @ 9:25 am


She’s supposed to be helping me, over my shoulder looking down. Is this really helping? The blood runs through my fingers as the edges get fuzzy. Did I want this? Ask for this? Who decided death was the final answer to life?

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 11.10.2010 @ 11:43 am


Under the sun. Bright, shining in my face. Today, nothing. Dark. Where did you go, sun? Now all is dark. I like storms, but not really the drury dark days where everything is i n s l o w m o t i o n….

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 10.11.2010 @ 9:49 am


He told the tail….tale about something or another. I wasn’t really listening because it was in the middle of class. But who knows which was more important?

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 10.04.2010 @ 8:52 am


I’ve got a schedule. First this thing, and then that. When is it over? Do I ever get a break? Maybe if I schedule one in? That seems silly…..

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 09.29.2010 @ 8:58 am


I need more postage stamps because there’s so much mail I need to go through. I thought that it was going to be easy, but not so much.

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 09.26.2010 @ 1:07 am


He glanced at his watch again. 3:43. How much time had passed? How much was left? Slowly, time ticked on and slipped away. He kept fearing it would jump forward, but it didn’t. Not this time. That didn’t stop him from checking. He couldn’t be late! But he didn’t want this to end, either. Yet we are all subject to time, and he was no exception. No matter how hard he tried to escape it. He sighed and glanced at his watch. 3:44…….

» Posted By Blakkhawkk On 09.22.2010 @ 11:53 am


You’re without a ground. Didn’t you realize? I’m not sure how I’ll feel without you, but should we both be groundless? I can’t shepherd you forever, but I’m afraid where you’ll go without me. A good reason to leave, actually. Without me, will you go forward? Can I? What an interesting experiment. Shall we go through this together, but without each other? I’m game if you are.

» Posted By Blakkhawkk On 09.21.2010 @ 4:07 pm


They said that the dress was formal, yet there you stand in your torn jeans. I can’t help but laugh in delight as the older generation frowns down at your freedom. Could I be so free one day? Do I dare? I turn again towards the focus of the croud. Once again just another face as I blend in. However, in that moment, a seed was planted and things would never be the same.

» Posted By Blakkhawkk On 09.20.2010 @ 7:31 pm


The cigarette lay there, forgotten. Once so coveted, so desired, now it lay cold and dirty. Used like the whore down the street. And just as treasured.

» Posted By blakkhawkk On 09.01.2009 @ 1:22 pm


The twine twines around the stake. It’s holding up that little vine, much like I hold up you. Am I your twine? A word almost an onamonopoia, that it brings to mind the banjo? I don’t really like the banjo. I hope I don’t do that.

» Posted By Blakkhawkk On 07.22.2009 @ 3:42 pm

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