here, as I watch you pass me by, holding your ever present loot bag, again I stand mouth wide open under storm cloud you on this hallow’s eve. it once again takes a moment to remember what I wanted to be this year. as it were, I couldn’t possibly have afforded a costume, anyway ( Read more... )

Your lips glisten with crimson remnants of your last repast ( Read more... )

I can almost hear you scream from the window pain that blows against your neck ( Read more... )

The flute just touching your mouth reveals threads of lingering heartache of wilted imaginings that once thrived in the night and the day. It seems as though it remembers how it once felt to believe that no matter what our notes would play in accord. But at this moment, as the flute begins to overshadow the piano, you’re making me understand that ( Read more... )

It was a year ago today that I realized that love is never real. I realized that love as ( Read more... )

…and so, every day I ask myself if it was worth the time that I spent on you. Looking back, I can’t believe that I was so stupid to ever even think that it mattered. Despite what you have said, this was a fall back relationship; a relationship for the interims between your moments of self-confidence and depression. This was, for you, just ( Read more... )

I feel, therefore I am ( Read more... )

So I'm listening to the rolling stones, "Paint it black" and I realize that the song describes the very way I used to feel almost every minute of every day ( Read more... )

"Come to the water's edge and swim with me", is the last I remember of my friend ( Read more... )

It was completely placed inside the perimeter of lopsided existence, I presume ( Read more... )