And I've counted every crater to tell you I told you so. Now what ( Read more... )

Dead lights
reeling cameras
abated by the
insinuation of silence
tame and tempered tantrum
release control from
this inane and slippery science
theoretical theatre
without action

Jesting again ( Read more... )

Em ( Read more... )

These satellites ( Read more... )

Stop kicking yourself in the gut. You deserve to treat yourself better.

I don't want to hate myself. I don't want to wage war on the pieces of me that I haven't worked on enough ( Read more... )

I feel shattered by my failures and I just want to sweep up the pieces and throw them away.

I have caught myself sticking my foot in my mouth so many times, that I no longer wonder why I pull out run-on sentences when I'm walking that line between making sense and staking presence in my most beloved regrets. But of the times I have gone there. I never signed up to be moving target practice for your thousand yard stare ( Read more... )

Why am I spilling out over the floor ( Read more... )