Phill Ibsen

You could hurt him, and then smile about it. He always let you, ’cause your smile was all he ever needed to get through the pain. Your smile stupefied him. You were like a rat, that bites then eases away the pain. It really never mattered how he felt, for your happiness meant lots to… Read more

The only time that I got afraid in my life, was the time that I asked your mom to marry me. She never said yes. How could she. What reason did she have to chain her peaceful life to a wretched like me? There I knelt. On one knee. It was at the staircase to… Read more

I hurt easily. Because I’ve known dark times more than I do light. They be asking why. Why sad endings and happy beginnings. I tell them I don’t know. It’s who I am. I hide my laughter in my sadness. They say it’s normal. It’s my sad tales that give them muse. I promised to… Read more

My girlfriend and I, are at the graveyard. There’s a bottle of bourbon whiskey. That dangles between her knees. There are rolls of smoked weed. One stick dangles between my fingers. I’m sitting directly opposite her. Her back leaning on the grave; Where an epitaph rests waiting for kind souls to read through. She’s putting… Read more

WARNING: This story has graphic obscene Descriptions. Take heart. The girl who told me this story will be mad when she finds out that I wrote about this. But I want to tell her that this is not about her. That I didn’t do this for her. I wrote this for the silenced voices. The… Read more