Bending Shadows ( Read more... )

I crawl on catwalks scrawled out across abandoned stages
Looking down upon crumpled pages and forgotten lines

The sandbags fall at random times
Standing room only for the daily wages paid in
Hopes of woeful confines and ghostly expectations

Rotting ambition used as ammunition

it takes me longer to leave ( Read more... )

pick up and peel back all the insults that i find
falling from the face on the photograph above me
with all these answers i still can't make up my mind
if the god i found in picture books still loves me

and i know that you'd know what to say
if i'd only crack a smile
but those riots can't be far away
so sit and stay a while

delay denial

sometimes i get irritated with people i don't even know. sometimes i drink tiny glasses of overly sweet lemon liqeur. sometimes i listen to the song "employees of the year" off the new slug & murs album and dance around like i'm cool. sometimes i do all of these things at the same time.

it goes ticky ticky tick ta tick tick ta ticky tick...

i love you. i'm not sure what that means, but i'm pretty sure that it's true. i think it might mean that i want you around after i've decided i just want to be alone. or that i have this undeniable urge to gush to you after something good or bad or completely meaningless happens to me. maybe it's because things that have nothing to do with you ( Read more... )

At certain times and under certain lighting I will catch myself thinking positively. Three hours ago I turned exactly twenty-two years old and I continue to find myself eagerly awaiting a mid-life crisis that has the surging determination to shake me from the feebly lined context in which I continue to bask. These current crises I cower from on a ( Read more... )

i was watching the sky tonight waiting for shooting stars, but all that flew by were frantic white moths. i realized they're just as good. i realized i really like painting. my kitten has an insatiable desire to lick/paw at my nose and mouth. i think he loves me. i hope he loves me. he's asleep. he won't be for long. i've gotta get ( Read more... )

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selfish self portraits.

don't stop now...

too many sharp edges.

there's more...

chalk outlines of shallow breaths.

one left...

it's all yesterday now.

no one can touch me. i vanish before raindrops get the chance to moisten my stale birthday cake. i won't make a wish, but if i could just wake up i might make a legacy form. for the sake of tame revelry: it's all the same to me. the norm has wedged itself into the last available mailbox, just waiting to be discarded in its unopened envelope. ( Read more... )