my nails grow long so i cut em
my teeth get yuck so i brush em
my face gets zits so i wash it 
my hair gets knots so i brush it

i sing in the shower
i tap both my feet
i talk to myself
i dance in the street

i don't want to stay here
so i try not to lay here
and push snooze all day.

This ache in my bones

In my arms

In my legs

In my being

Where i connect to different pieces

Of myself

Is a constant reminder, of the black of my future

Of the depth of the unknown

Of the trash of tomorrow

Of the hope of today

Sing me a song, tell me to stay.

Bring me black magic

Pour me your brew

Draw me a bath

Draw me to you

Tell me its comfy

Lifes just so lived ( Read more... )

Life is full of

battle scars

Blooming flowers

Dying leaves

The power of the unknown

And the undying scent of possibility

Leaking through the cracks

Of the locked windows

In your home.

we are all such beautiful losers.

Beneath the breathing of sagging trees

I tucked my head between my knees

I took a breath and swallowed hope

And drew a circle round the note

I ached for pain

I felt the same

But there were worlds of difference

I saw the future i wrote the past

On pages of memories that won’t last

I thought i felt you cross my face

The way you used to use your finger to trace

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this is more than a few months old.  wrote it awhile ago.

The tv is blaring. I can’t ever hear. This is normal volume. To me. Comfortable volume to my ears. Even though i know its loud. Its the volume that i can understand what people are saying without straining. I try not to listen to it this loud when my roommates are home. I’m used to not ( Read more... )

i made it.  to the last summer vacation of the rest of my life ( Read more... )

 you mostly hate people.
and i mostly hate you.

i don't usually share many personal things with people.  i'm entirely insulted by not only a violation of trust but also your complete inconsideration to my feelings.  my miscalculation of your character is astronomical.  I'm highly confused as to how i thought we were good friends when in reality i ( Read more... )

i bought an acoustic guitar on saturday
i've been holed up in my house making horrible strumming noises.  i know about six chords.
not bad for two days.
i'm pretty excited.
and pretty broke.

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew ya
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

love came down 
and hit the ground
shattered amongst
you and me

desert was my being
[dry.empty.vast]
happiness a sip away.