"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Bad Kid.

I succumb
to that chilling smile--
though hair stands
upon the nape of my neck.
I can't help it;
you are too
delightfully bad.

- - -

Ha! Written because I was pressured to do so. But there-- I did it. :)

Writing has been hard lately, though I'm not sure why. Might have something to do with my growing nervousness (what with college and stuff), and my growing focus on passing my courses. Things will pick up. Hopefully.


  1. And you did a great job. But just wait... the day may come when delightfully bad seems really really good. It happens.

  2. I'm in a writing funk right now myself. All things pass, though.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."