whirlwind worth with roots. |
i will be a tree in my next life. tonight the one outside my doorstep flailed it's limbs about and yelled at me in whispersto shatter the face of the clock behind which i was trapped,but i w...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 02:33:00 GMT |
forty somethings and dimples. |
my skin smells of cloves
and i crave the taste of sea air.
salt water and sliding down to forbidden decks,
free jager and prince.
dear nineteen,
thank you for holding my hand while i wore a skirt.
an...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 01:37:00 GMT |
one day you will be wise enough to let yourself fall... |
...until then, let the xanax be the wind that opens up your parachute,
because the air from my chest will not be.
let the milky substance inside that roar be your vitamin,
because my body will n...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 22:20:00 GMT |
there is no amount of money that i wouldn't pay to feel like this forever. |
bonnaroo. fucking bonnaroo.
i said i wouldn't be that guy who incessently talks about this place like i'm some unimaginative schmuck and it's the only thing i know how to do. but it's literally hard f...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jun 2006 16:15:00 GMT |
veterinarians and politicians |
i saw this on a fucking bathroom wall tonight. still, it inspired me.
some people wait for their dreams and aspirations to find them.
like a dead duck clawing its way to the blood hound,
...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 00:12:00 GMT |
but it's her soul... |
this is what happens when i get drunk. to hell with writing.
there's rain tapping on my window, and her finger tapping on my temple.
wake up! here i am!
there's never a moment when she's absent...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 01:56:00 GMT |
she's inarticulate and inartistic |
the firey embers turned into ashes
that when falling looked like snowflakes.
and the chill went straight through to your soul
so that your eyes were icy
and your words were like the flawless weap...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 18:19:00 GMT |
delete. |
i'm no stranger to this.
i'll cry. you just play solitare.
can't you see? i'm a pinada!
out of my mouth come angel mints and butterscotch,
what more do you want?
and i do miss you, k...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 18:49:00 GMT |
take five! |
red eyes
brown leaves
blue kiss.
so fill your lungs with tar
with hate
with deciept.
the lipstick wears dull
it's only shiny for so long.
mach 4.
he sees more in your eyes than satan could
but ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 00:27:00 GMT |
okay. seriously. |
someone. get me. out. of this. fucking. funk.
Posted by on Tue, 25 Oct 2005 15:11:00 GMT |
