laughter of hate, inside me debating whether to stay or leavecallous affection is the affliction, as of latemorose of feeling, with lust shown for others and for me nonededicated need holds me to youa love that hurts dictates desireinside...

I wish you would hear my emotions ascend and screamFrom the depths a stream of consciousness flowingLike a huge wall of sound swelling within a dreamMaybe then you could give this poem a title Like tidal waves slowly rising on...

My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath. I...

“I don't feel pain, I don't feel alive, yet no angels in the bright moonshine.”   The lady of sorrow confided to herself aloud in a whisper. One so delicate, it could vanish like flying dust should she be loud.   But she was standing stoically at...