Tuesday |
I sit straight up in bed, and my head spins...body still totally convinced that there is more rest to be hadstill aching as footoneand then twohits the ground floor.Really, there is no room to complai...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Feb 2010 22:31:00 GMT |
read |
my pages turn into youcorners slightly bentyou mark my placeread me over againand over againand over againwords in perfect linetelling half truths with stale puntcuation...bound none the less.
Posted by on Thu, 21 Jan 2010 22:18:00 GMT |
terrible burn |
I have been filled with a terrible worry as of late. I have been boxed in and picked on, lied to and indian burned by the thought that the physical pain th...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jan 2010 19:36:00 GMT |
of |
of worn and tiredsimplepleasueof pure and honestworthlesstreasureof love and hateand lostforeverof crumbled pastourpained endeavor
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jan 2010 22:31:00 GMT |
save |
you press my face so hard against the glassit's a shame I cannot see my own reflectionthe surface cool against my burning cheekconditions met you'll show me some directionyou tie me to the chair so I ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Dec 2009 19:29:00 GMT |
you that |
when it is you that stirs the memorieswhen it is you that feeds the needwhen it is you that holds the heart in mewhen it is you that lets me seewhen it is you that brings the shallow breathwhen it is ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Dec 2009 07:44:00 GMT |
drink. |
shallow connection rides steadilybeautifully on the edge of this rustedrimnever enough to fill meengage mebut still my lipis drawnto the liesthat swallowthe sinbelly full of pretend understandinglazi...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Dec 2009 20:21:00 GMT |
rewind |
I do not call for rewindjust a standstillAllow me to rememberwhat is notnowperhaps a refill.I do not beg a new startjust a say soA confirm that we happenedonceperhaps a let go.
Posted by on Wed, 04 Nov 2009 00:12:00 GMT |
2 layer onion love. |
peel backthe skinas layer one brings forward it's naked truthwestart thetears androot for the stench that I would miss if it weremissing.oh that fucking taste that burns theroof when rawboil it down i...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Nov 2009 21:52:00 GMT |
going |
red middaysunfails me as it fallsoh, i stillneedthe lightto read thesefour wallsearly eveningshadowconflicts whatyou saywatching yourmouth movethe words go awaytears on horizonsI'm on theedge ofmy wor...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Sep 2009 21:31:00 GMT |
