removing splinters from your body with a pocket knife... |
empty promises and sweat in your mouth...pink sheets and a nightmare of possibilities. Too bad forever is an unpleasant dream you can't wake up from...fuck you, dear reader, this isn't nice. Sugar-coa...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 01:03:00 GMT |
secrets are whispered to those with careful mouths... |
because sometimes we just can't be strong and sometimes we melt out of control and no matter what all of the time it's okay to hold someone's hand and quietly remind them that it's okay to miss someon...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 22:01:00 GMT |
letters form words that form sentences that mean nothing. |
the messenger carries a shield to protect the heart, so don't waste the arrow. your aim is shitty anyway. remember when you said, "inhaling too much of the truth is sometimes far more destructive than...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 06:30:00 GMT |
still warm from our last touch, and it hurts. |
As I rode through my neighborhood tonight the breeze passed over my body and I closed my eyes. The wind chimes crashed together and I opened my eyes to the moon hanging in the night sky. It was winter...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 08:15:00 GMT |
the metaphor of tilling the garden and never planting the seeds |
they used to meet in secret when the rains came and with the window open the rhythm on the rain gutter played in stereo like a stranger’s heartbeat inside a glass jar...eyes closed and lying sti...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
cleanse. |
...and so it's in these minutes of silence and careful movement before another night of sleep is found that he is alone with thoughts of uncertainty and an overwhelming sense of so...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 23:24:00 GMT |
in absentia |
...he slowly died during the invisible dream time between the moments she placed butterflies in his stomach and when he hoped to see her again...it saddened him to realize how quickly the strangers we...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 15:41:00 GMT |
take a deep breath. keep reading. |
...I'm on my way to myself through an illusion of happiness and an existence spent within notorious circles of red-faced drunken artists who fear a blank canvas, friends because you've crie...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 16:41:00 GMT |
The Minuend Understands Its Value(Kandice would just like to cry, please) |
...the bloated belly of a maggot that swallowed a string of pulsing lights sparkle and litter the edge of a trap set to attract the moths that refuse to notice the pin holes poked into the omnipresent...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 11:25:00 GMT |
in and of ourselves |
...in this moment all and everything was decided forever. Hearts and lungs together to finish sentences. A flux of thieves stealing smiles free to breathe and beat in a space with just enough room for...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:27:00 GMT |
