please, dear, it's frighteningly silent; and there's acres an acres of concrete ( Read more... )

So it begins here, I suppose. It had to start somewhere, it was inevitable. Perhaps this is the middle, I do not truly know but in honesty this is not the beginning. Nor close to the end. But dear reader, you will learn shortly I assure, that this is a substantial start. Possibly monumental. It will make more sense as we go on, and as we go on my ( Read more... )

the weight of your emotions ( Read more... )

the overwhelming desire to no longer desire
and the ability to laugh freely, not nervously
would let me enjoy the daylight
confidently loving, possibly
if not at least
confidently existing

living like a cockroach
reduced to corners
a frightened scavenger
who's expectations
are weighing on
the efforts of looking up
or even forward.

does this stagnance not tire you ( Read more... )

the year to be hated.

the sour-coarse hatred of an unwanted tongue, the reluctancy of kiss! oh the irony! maddness and repitition! circlecirclecircles! yet strange newfound confidence rises from the mirror, odd and peculiar self worth thrown into equation of existence. pale olive skin and beautiful eyes, they said as i was a child, no older than seven or eight, such ( Read more... )

beauty cradling
a child, the sound
of sprinklers
(sobbing)
a time for
rest
let me rest
please,
time wasted creating simply for
a name
a desperate act of recognition
when time
spent
should be spent
in the
act solely
of
creation
alone

contradiction, you cocksucker ( Read more... )

John lay awake, tossing relentlessly between thoughts as the night slowly crept out from the horizon like an incoming tide. To sleep alone builds character, he thought. To sleep alone makes a man. To share a bed pressed against a warm body smelling of flowers is not love, he assured. To be pressed against a lover, engulfing her warmth is not love. ( Read more... )