Gold, frankincense, myrrh, and the miles I placed at your feet. All these things given in the name of hope. A second in your time, a millennia in mine. I am now on the other side a conti...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2014/10/hawkeye-not-what-you-think.html
I've always had an off again, on again relationship with wrestling since third grade. The last few months I've entered another on again phase and I've been taking notice of the Divas more and m...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2014/07/if-i-was-wrestler.html
"Tell me what you want, Bradley." Sandra said stripping down to a corset and panties. Bradley answered "Do your hair just like Wolverines!" "Wait, what?" That was not an answer she was expect...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2014/06/maybe-shes-born-with-it-maybe-its.html
When you were young we had adventures. You bit the ocean, and dug at the lake like a surface of glass. We hiked for miles and found new things. I remembered the joy the first time...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2014/03/my-dharma.html
(Based on one of my weird dreams. Not that I have normal dreams, but this one stuck with me.) After a life in apartments, it seemed unimaginable that such a large house could be had for so ...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-tub-pervert.html
It was Tuesday, nothing special. Just another day of work, gathering shopping carts in stifling humidity, with Carl. The rainbow, at first, was a welcome break from hour three of Carl's Billy...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2013/08/majestic-as-fuck-tale-of-reasonably.html
Pupils blown, breath hitching, you are glass, wrapped in a red towel, in my arms. You can let go...please let go. I stroke the bones of your neck feigning comfort, because I am lost. Wi...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2013/07/denial.html
"Corine" he said, "It's after ten already, what are you still doing in bed?" "I'm focusing all my mental energy on killing the sun, of course!" "What? Why?" Mark was clearly alarmed. "It's...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2013/05/post-its.html
50 milligrams, to hone that which is not precise. I am left twisted, reveling in my own strangeness. It is a relief. The desired effect was not that I leave society behind. But, I am good...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2013/05/citalopram.html
I watch them fill their parchment full. Lines and breath made of concentric circles. I drift in void space. I want to hear the echo that resounds in their ears. Mute sound to reanimat...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2012/10/biological-warfare-panic-attack-poetry.html
"Cleo my darling, shamble to me, my love. Let me unhinge my jaw and pleasure you." "Muuuuuhhhhhhhhh." Cleo groaned with either enthusiasm or dismay. Brian could no longer tell as so much o...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2012/04/shamble-to-me-my-love-or-zanticore-and.html
"Hello, I am Zanticore the great god of potatoes au gratin." "AND I AM THE DARK GOD CTHULHU! ZANTICORE IS GIVING ME A RIDE." "There's no need to shout Cthulhu. Use your indoor voice." Zanti...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2012/01/fiction-zanticore-and-cthulhu-go-to-k.html
On being an real adult... -------------- "You probably play with toys." she told me. I had to stay quiet, because quite frankly, I do. I reminded myself I was at work, a place I maintain...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2012/01/musings-collected.html
Vibrancy shatters into crystalline dust. Elements of time and the theater of a year dissected. I drift through your sunlight hoping to be warm again I can not bring back what once was. ...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/12/wretchedly-clean.html
Paula Deen and Fotc: "Hey Ya'll I'm setting fire to your building." No explanation for this other than I have too much time on my hands. Jemaine chucking ewoks at a Llama watching heart...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/10/fotc-photoshoppery.html
Limp, meaningless heap of girl on the floor. Humanity stripped, in green room, imprisoned. She screams at the stun guns jolt, head submerged in a drugged ocean. They watch as she pees. She migh...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/10/hell-is-sentient-ode-to-american-mental.html
I'm good at waiting, even while screaming inside. He exists only because he isn't you. Another pallid replacement eclipsing shadows of boredom, haunting your trail of breadcrumbs. I press my...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/09/effigy.html
Tad: "Jessica, every day I prayed you would eat this slice of toast. Now it has mold on it. Why didn't you eat the toast, Jessica, for shit's sake why!!." Jessica: "Because I have rabies, Tad!" ...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/09/soaps-for-crazy-people.html
Fluid, moving in runnels, flowing in streaks upon flesh. It wove like vines through her very marrow. First want, then need, until all became love. He left her in fragments bleeding in the s...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/08/zombie-reject-bride-of-doom-pt-1.html
I haven't blogged for a while so I thought I'd try this TMI tuesday thing. Enjoy? 1. WHAT ’80S OR ’90S FASHION DID YOU LOVE BUT WOULD BE EMBARRASSED TO WEAR TODAY, EVEN IF IT CAME BACK IN ...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/08/tmi-tuesday.html
It was that same feeling. I recognized it much like a friend. Cloying fear wrapped me in the morning sun. I chased it through halls of memory, finding it's place. Until I turned 5, my life had be...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/07/dragons-and-red-rover.html
Dry as parchment, splinters torn and reborn, clawing at a self unimagined. Paralyzed in a box. It's confines split and repaired in a cycle bridging eternity. Beyond lies worlds of plural poss...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/05/parcel.html
I have built this kitsch eyesore out of others words. A labyrinth to clutch feigned normalcy. Entangled in it's jagged spires, I become lost. A fading illusion was the best I could contrive....
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunshine.html
Evolution, my dear Darwin, is more than theory. We evolved from satirical machinations of human whimsy until the only divide existed solely in the inner sanctum of our minds. A full moon is just ...
Something I wrote while actually having a severe panic attack. I'm amazingly functional in my almost constant state of panic. Her brain is not rage, but a quilt made of fear. It doesn't make s...
http://cottonballsontheleft.blogspot.com/2011/03/panic-attack-poetry-theater.html