A collection of peculiar thoughts from a man at his frayed ends of sanity.
We began as two. Each tall and unique. Closer we came. Not by force of wind or shifting ground. Love weaved and intertwined.
By Kevin Peculiar3 years ago in Poets
I looked you straight into your eyes. I tried to explain, to make you see. No matter my efforts, you ran like a horse with blinders.
When we met, we were young. Not as young as some, but young enough. We made our vows as many do. Well intentioned to see it through.
I know that you arrived and wait for your knock at the door. I welcome you in with a hush from my finger to my lips, and you will know to be quiet.
By Kevin Peculiar3 years ago in Filthy
If our lives were a clock, what kind of timepiece would we be? Would we be broken and still be right twice a day? Would we be precise, like a Swiss clock?