Goddess-Imaginary

It started like any other day 

It was a cool, crisp morning when

 Fuck.... 

Well, I suppose it all got started in Shitsplat, Mississippi. It was easy to assume Mr. Coutts was a no-knowledge redneck, living just outside a town of Anguilla, population 750. On West River Road, in Dogwood Landing, at 4:28 in the morning, a man of fifty-six years wiped a crumb of toast from the corner of his mouth and then finished his coffee. He'd seen in newspapers and on the television (the few times he'd watched it) how people in the city like their coffee. Whipped cream, all sorts of flavored sugar-water, and tons of

As he felt the water surround and enter him, Abaddon savoured his last breath, while it clung to his soul. He lost his body and remained only as the voices that sang clearly in his mind from previous days. The Age of ancient things was coming to an end with the death of this Life, and the movement forward to the next. 
 Marked on the hands of Time was a forest of green, wherein dwelt the Chaos. Legends told by the senile Masters of that area spoke of a gem hidden in the Chaos, among the roots of the Tree of Life. The stories became shrouded in mystery and foreshadowed by fantasy. But one creature in the universe poised himself on the c

Dear Egypt, Yes, we have Spysharks and vultures, sent by the Mossad. And, we may have planted dinosaur bones to "test" the faith of the Christians. But we did NOT take your internet away!! Seriously, if you give us credit on this one, everyone will know that you're just playing the blame game. We're far too distracted by gold and those awesome tassels we wear to take away a whole nation's internet. Besides, Comcast and us don't get along so well. There was a dispute over the prices of the extra channels and one thing led to another. Honestly, it sucks for you guys right now, not trying to detract from that at all. But we all know that, at on

I am not your girl I am not "nice legs" I am not rhythm and blues I am not made for you I am not on fire, though I may burn I am not walking the line I am not the needle or the vein I am not your "undying pain" I am not a Christmas present I am not a crosswalk I am not your mother I am your sister I am not front-window jewelry I am not a pawn shop I am not the spinner on an Escalade I am not iced tea in the shade I am not a mirror I am not a flightless bird I am not a revolving door I am not the trash you leave on the floor

Five thousand stop signs in six thousand minutes 
I found you on the side of the highway 
I wanted you but couldn't admit it
 That's how I keep wasting my days 

I try to forget the letters you wrote
 and the way your voice sounded in the morning 
I try not to count the cigarettes I smoked 
and still do, in some kind of mourning 

Don't doubt my memory, don't shame me like so 
Every moment we had, I've vividly kept 
My emotions are more alive than you know 
And you only saw half the tears that I wept 

My love from two years ago, you're gone&