I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
Wake up. Stretch. Check the news. Doom and gloom. / Feed cats. Eat breakfast. More news alerts. More people shot in the street.
By CT Idlehousea day ago in Poets
you ever felt so low, your very thoughts moved like molasses? feels like an undertow, of an ocean current pulling you backwards.
By CT Idlehouse3 days ago in Poets
Welcome to the party, You’re just in time. They’re doing body shots, Though I wouldn’t join that line. / Don’t forget your
By CT Idlehouse5 days ago in Poets
What a horrible time to catch feelings... But this fire in my soul won't stop kindling... You brighten up my darkest days,
By CT Idlehouse7 days ago in Poets
Girlie on my feed Telling me with her whole chest That if girls can bleed, they can breed, And be subservient. I just have one question, miss:
By CT Idlehouse14 days ago in Poets
Hi, I'm a fucking bitch... I'm an antifa, commie slut feminist. Don't that make your trigger finger itch? You're nothing but a boot-lickin' terrorist.
By CT Idlehouse17 days ago in Poets
HAS THE APOCALYPSE HAPPENED? ARE YOU WONDERING WHAT TO DO NOW? ARE YOU THE SOLE SURVIVING PERSON OF YOUR FAMILY AND DON'T KNOW WHY YOU SURVIVED?
By CT Idlehouse20 days ago in Writers
My soul is a lonely child... She remembers being told she's wild. She's too much to contain in a predefined box, She needs to have her wings clipped and her emotions locked.
By CT Idlehouse20 days ago in Poets
"Come look, come look! She's actually doing chores! Are you sick or do you need money? Why else would you be doing this for?"
By CT Idlehouse24 days ago in Poets
What the hell is it gonna take? Where is the end of your rope? Will it be my body on the ground? Will it be my blood in the snow?
When did I become a mule for your baggage? I became a buffer in your fucked-up marriage. I was a child when you treated me like a therapist,
By CT Idlehouse25 days ago in Poets
Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium... That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em. I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.
By CT Idlehouseabout a month ago in Poets
