Where Your Head Used To Be

I could stand looking for hours

At the dent you left for me

In the pillow next to mine

Where your head used to be

The only thing you left behind

Is just a temporary memory

Never wanting to erase it

Where your head used to be

The angels came and took you

Far away from me

Now all I have is the impression

Of were your head used to be

I know that if I move it

The dent I will no longer see

I never want to lose the place

Where your head used to be

I guess that I should make the bed

And set your spirit free

But I will always remember

Where your head used to be

He Fears Me

Clearly he feared me, or was it fear of himself. 

Untouched flesh that goosebumps covered 

From the sensation of my breath, 

upon the sultry scented neck he possessed.  

Clearly he desired me, Aspired to acquire me 

Yet, he clearly feared me, 

Perhaps he could see the duality of my personality, 

evil and good. 

She Remembered {Part 1} A short story collab with Juan Johnson

She stumbles into the door as if to be in a drunken haze. She known she hadn't drank anything and in fact remembers sitting on that God awful bench. It had the look that screamed termites and a stinch that you would surely mistake for a men's urinal at a local truck stop. She knew that she remembers being at the bus stop waiting for the #10 bus. She's had a long day at work and was more ready than ever to just get home bathe and engage in a little R&R. Customer service is a shitty position but she always made sure each customer left with a smile. She was never a socialite and not the most popular in high school. Back then it was her thin frame and slinky build that made her the target of the pickings. She was surely to be the bud of the cliques and the ousting of the geeks. She grew to live the story of The Ugly Duckling and although she had managed to gained a few pounds and curves in a couple of place, she was never able to grow out of the stigma small town life had given her.

She made her way to the bathroom, trying to make sense of what just happened. She was drawing a total blank. Her body ached, her legs were sore and her shoulders feel like they had been ripped from her body. Her finger were bloody and covered in dirt and there was a nagging burning sensation between her legs as if she had sex the very moment she sat down on that ridden bench. She had felt this feeling before but hadn't felt it in a long time. Not since prom night her senior year. She remembers so vividly because that was the night she lost her virginity. She really didn't want to lose it to Bobby Wellington but she felt like she was the only one of her senior class who had not had sex. After she hit her junior year and her body brought her the respect and attention she so wanted, she vowed to herself she would never feel like the outsider again. But Bobby wasn't it, nor was "It" right. She hadn't figured out what went wrong but she promised herself the next time would be with someone she loved and cared for. Some that would love and care for her back. But she Knew for a fact she hadn't sex but had she fallen off the bus, she wondered.