Submissions by ThomasFranko

" You have to grow up."

Those words that spill from Father's cruelly shaped mouth startle me from the shadows I was chasing in the glow of the night.

"I'm going to teach you how to be a man."

Why do those words twirl around my head and melt as though they were going to spill into something else? What do those words mean, Father?

"Are you listening to me, Thomas?"

I am, I really am, I'm following the words that float out of from your lips as they dance around the car in various shades of red.
I feel Father's...

The conditioning of the mind is like stretching taffy, whether it snaps back into place is a mystery.
The complement 'sugar' gives me delicious ideas,ones I could show you with sinful insight.
Is it so wrong to see the flesh peel as a wrapper, only to taste like sweeter things such as gummies and Twizzlers?
Or is the snapping of bone something more, like biting into a raspberry Jolly Rancher only to discover the sugary Pixie Stick filling?
You may call me 'insane' or 'mad' or 'crazy', but I assure you with delight it's not all bad once you're thrown into the room as I...

Did I choose the tumult of oncoming madness or accept it as though it loved me as I was?
The reality continues to become a mystery to the sweetness of disaster and words, so many words, vivacious in pattern and expressive in colorful flavour.
Can I stop this burst of unlived strange-life to look into the world, to see my sister as she is instead of how I know is now?
Am I too "mentally-challenged" to understand the ways of life and false pretenses? Do the things I see and do extend the boundaries of the invisible rope?
Did I ever have a line that could be...