it was a long, cold winter. whether i was ready to admit it or not, i had seasonal depression and a shitty job, stuck in my hometown and dying inside ( Read more... )

"What is it that stands higher than words? Action.
What is it that stands higher then action? Silence"
Francis of Assissi

that new year. well, i'll be damned ( Read more... )

your eyes were still as sharp as your claws. you were still so comfortable in your own skin. we'd sit, squinting into the sun ( Read more... )

Presume not that I am the Tyger I was.

portland is
cold
and not as wet as i thought
too cold
and not as empty as i thought
filled with humans
who are also cold
and complain about the rain that isn't falling
while they smoke their tobacco and lavendar
on the back porch

i'm seizing this criminal opportunity to address myself to a few taboos ( Read more... )

float the half-beat on a twitch ( Read more... )

i'm dieing for something new,
done wasting for a second chance.
oh, the proud are never the few,
alone and humbled i sin to dance.

i'd secreted away, my ill gotten joy,
to keep myself young, a cheating boy,
i built myself a paradise, at the highest possible cost,
my beautiful fucking paradise, and now it's paradise lost.

so i waltz up to a couple cats while i'm wandering downtown ( Read more... )