April 2013
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English Class
I am in english class
And, cannot quit the
Way that you shape your a’s
Despite how pained I am
To see them and
Think of you
Do you suppose this is
Poetic Justice?
I cannot write without you
Who insists on fighting me all of the way
To be my nemesis I… View Post
Highschool
I am cleaning my room and,
Coming across a picture I once drew
For you and I.
Of a dandelion tree.
At first, I am graced with the
Presence of a blinding smile
We are stick figures, holding hands, and in love
But upon the realization that, These days, this… View Post
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Seventeen 34
I found you with nothing more to give
but your hands upon my shoulders.
( which sent mine to be anchored in and around yours.)
And slipped so deeply into teenager love with you;
Became so captivated by your
exactly. like. mine. ravenous hunger to soothe… View Post
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March 2013
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library.
library. http://wp.me/s2KQWD-library stale white noise hissing
In the placid beige chair with
Just-enough-padding
To seduce me, the reader
Pouring the pages like milk
All the slow pluses building,
And the gasp of air-skip-of-beat
As though I were a time traveller To a far away year of… View Post
what do i feel. nothing. I feel empty. like every time you open your mouth, I take the sounds that… http://wp.me/s2KQWD-3339 what do i feel. nothing. I feel empty. like every time you open your mouth, I take the sounds that come out of it and push them so forcefully into the darkest corners of my mind, that even the gnash and the sharpness of _your_ tone cannot touch me. If you… View Post
clutter
You don’t even know how much I wish I had something to say, something that shattered the monotony of the days, weeks, months, whatever, aside from the weather I haven’t noticed much. My recklessness consists of smoking weed on a friday night and curling… View Post
Gay. A fucked up assortment of letters, haphazardly strewn about the browser window. Whatever… http://wp.me/s2KQWD-3336 Gay.
A fucked up assortment of letters, haphazardly strewn about the browser window. Whatever happened to my fucking typewriter anyway? Who writes anything on this whorish intrusive microcosm so many of you pale faced virgins call home? I hate the song… View Post
un-courage
I just sit here with the empty glaring screen, blinding and white, waiting for the words to come. But alas, I got nothin’. Remember when it used to be easy? I miss my heart laid out in a simple spoken language. I miss myself, a little too often for my… View Post
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I am, waking tired, and hurting to write you something to read. Pages and pages of a blissful inky asylum, scooped out from only the deepest parts of me, melting like ice cream to my tongue, electric with sex, and delirious with the filter of my stoned… View Post
a mystery rant.
It’s a long motherfucking story. Starting with silence from birth, I didn’t cry. None of that shit. I’ve been a stoic fuckin’ bastard since day one. And these sons of bitches are tryin’ to tell me I’m losin’ my mind. You ignorant cunts, I have everything… View Post
a mystery rant.
It’s a long motherfucking story. Starting with silence from birth, I didn’t cry. None of that shit. I’ve been a stoic fuckin’ bastard since day one. And these sons of bitches are tryin’ to tell me I’m losin’ my mind. You ignorant cunts, I have everything… View Post
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somethin' about toothpicks.
In my teeth are the beats
We repeat as we walk down
Empty streets. Monotony of
Feet without peace stealin’
Away in the night. I thought I heard you say
That we were
All dead anyway
So if it comes down to toothpicks,
I guess we’ll cease to be
In my heart… View Post
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