Lay down on my skin..diggin in...yeah..diggin in
Shine like a star but your my scar..your my star..
diggin in.

I miss the hush of the sheets as my mother layed them down on me every night before I was ushered to sleep ... by the air that smells of mother and clean sheet...that little prayer my mom would tell me to repeat..."Matthew ,Mark,Luke,and John.Bless this bed that I lay own.All four corners , North and south.When I get in and when I go out.Amen." I ( Read more... )

I've got this cold..truth be told..I'm getting to old..and the shadow of forgetfulness lets me sit deeper in it's shade every passing day.I long for something but it will not name itself..and I can't help but think I already know.I sit by the flames that lick the inside of my fireplace.Learning to know warmth..It gets colder when you grow old. ( Read more... )

Me , a spoon, johnny neutron, and a bowl of fruit loops.This morning was good.

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost
Who died before the god of love was born.
John Donne, Love's Deitie.

I die looking up at a nuclear black sky...My heart is a shattered murder scene...never complete...but I reach and and the goats dream is a lonely one but I follow...sweet and shallow ...in the hollow of a crimson forest ...will they prey ...eat my stinch of the air but I wont be there...heavens swallow me with there shiny teeth..hide me for they're ( Read more... )

drunk...very I am...three sheets to the wind...not really but close enough...for being at my dads house..my little brother got busted with a bag of weed...and my dad just said...)chris walks into his office..dad picks up bag of weed)"Never Again." Chris walks out...goes back later and steals weed back...now...why exactly was the weed still around? ( Read more... )

Today was different...as every day is...I found myself drunk and high...right after work, watching the sun rise...bright pink flooding my eyes and the sky...brooding blue seemingly not wanting to give the day its chance...seems to grow darker..then lighter..and dark again..Not wanting to give up the light...but the sun won this little war...and the ( Read more... )

Animal tracks across my face in a pale moonslight...they hide in there places...a few behind my ears ...a couple inside my mouth..fur and scales stuck tween my teeth...Crippled turtles swim in the puddles of my eyes...serpents nest in my hair...fairies in my pocket...stealing all the shiny things....and the wolf wakes with sad cries filling my ( Read more... )

I stand on tip toe...looking at and out my window...to see the life flow and go by and by...my muscles tense and ache ..my stomach is an iron vault filled with bile...just thought I would staire awhile...my lips can not acheive a smile...for all its worth...Ill stand on tip toe lookin at and out my window ..till there is no more miles...till one ( Read more... )