In my usual lacking words, I will be just as absurd as I have ever been. It seems I never have a pen... I sit here, pecking at a keyboard like a hen that wished her digits totaled ten, so she could learn the language and drop the pain that's consuming her, due to genetic breakdowns in communication. The sooner that we learn these anecdotes and ( Read more... )

I'd kill to feel alive. I would deprive some other lives of survival, to revive the side of me that I've long forgotten. Reaching deep into my pocket, placing prints upon the bullets, I'd load the gun and cock it, touch the trigger, then I'd pull it, if I thought it would stop all this pain that my brain can't handle. I'd forget all my doubts of ( Read more... )

The closest that I've come to losing control of my opinions, on things like having a soul, was on a sunny day that was exactly like today. I was feeling so lost and I was feeling so empty that I needed your memory to come back and get me, so I started tracing fingers over photographs. I came across one that was lightning storm, and I remembered a ( Read more... )

I'm a thrice-saved soul with a twice-saved life.

It's time to rant and to rave, because I'm feeling crea...tive enough to put stuff in my head onto paper that's been laying around me, blank for days. There are only so many ways that I can begin the same sentences that keep showing their ugly faces in the places where they are far from welcome. Where is this coming from, this instinct that pins ( Read more... )

I feel like there is no ink left in me, because the story's been told time and time again. There's no reason to think that these days will be improved by writing things that won't cause you to move from the pedastal that's glued beneath your feet. I can't tell if I am sane, or if it's you who is the truly crazy one. I lean up against the frame ( Read more... )

I'm missing home, because home is where my heart is, even if I can't remember how the whole thing started. And, this November, I hope you know that we'll be pardoned for the crimes that you and I have never committed, and the wishes that I have cast into the skies will be more than worth the price that asking placed onto my pride. The greens and ( Read more... )

The spaces beside me are like the places inside me, empty until the day that someone comes along and fills them with her face. The race that I am in is one that may never end, and I'll be stuck with forty-million friends. Acquaintances don't help me face the music, and the motivation's nice, sometimes, but I doubt I'll ever use it, the way I'm ( Read more... )

It's between "never" and "forever", so pick the part that suits you best, and let me know if the storm is worth the weather. The west is filled with eastern fronts, and I'd kill to know (for once) what it is you really want from me. I've seen the sides of you that stay in hiding, at least I think, and I've got no intention of jumping ship before ( Read more... )

I've got my stopwatch out, and I'm timing how long it takes before my rhyming gets to her... My money is on an hour, but she's just not one to be powerless for long, no matter what words or songs her ears are subjected to. Fears of perfection keep me here, less than the man that could make you who you've always wanted to be. Sixty divisions make ( Read more... )