I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
They tell me they miss my youth When I was curly-haired and sweet. It's like they hate that I grew up Like I ruined everything.
By CT Idlehouse10 months ago in Poets
Life handed me a lipstick, Then handed me a pig. My mother gaslights me Calling me a lazy bitch. / "If you just believed in God again,
if you're pushing me over the edge hoping I'll reach for god again... you better hope that I don't drown because I'll haunt you till your own end.
An ocean apart... Yet we share the same heart... A heart that begs for peace. We feel so ashamed... Of promises our leaders have maimed...
DISCLAIMER: This is a purely hypothetical protest song. Please don't send black helicopters after me. I do not actually plan to do any of this.
By CT Idlehouse11 months ago in Poets
Jesus would smack the living shit out of you... Clean out your temples and knock your tables over, too. Have you even read the goddamn book?
I'm so tired... Of putting out the same damn fire... Just to see another match light the pyre. / I'm so exhausted... From screaming against the hatred...
By CT Idlehouse12 months ago in Poets
I'm only six-years-old But I know way too fucking much... About my parent's shitty marriage And their problems with their son.
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
Crunch of boots in ankle-deep snow... Smell of damp wool and melting ice. Blankets of white cancel noise... A frigid winter wasteland of sleeping flora.
Catch up: Chapters 1-3 Chapters 4-6 Chapters 7-9 10 I lie in bed that evening, watching the minute hand of the clock. It's 8:30 on Friday, like the note said.
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Fiction
Sometimes loved ones cling on to life... Even when their bodies have lost the fight... They don't want to leave us all behind...
Grizzly bears don't wait outside bars... They don't follow women to their cars. They don't put drugs in your cup... They don't call you a "fucking cunt."
