You should all return to the earth, unless it's not your home ( Read more... )

You laugh and your mouth fills with water. Let's all wake up and kiss the sunrise ( Read more... )

I want to take the entire sky and stuff it into my mouth.  I will not take the time to delight in the flavor of mistral winds or mercurial jet streams.  I will chew it just enough so as not to choke on all the birds and planes and renegade balloons  that may find themselves tangled up in its midst.  And then, instead of swallowing, I will turn ( Read more... )

I'm going to burn a hole in this page about three minutes from now ( Read more... )

I don't know what this is; I only know what it will become ( Read more... )

Listening to it is quite like living in an old house that is full of water and life.  You float around and it is not the oppressing suffocation of drowning but rather the warm ascension of good memories.  And even unevenly on the floor you know the ceiling is full of flowers.

I was going to change my shirt but instead I changed my mind.

I'm not ( Read more... )

Some days my arm hurts like a junkie ( Read more... )

I want to go back to the time when bricks were still answers and they fit our hands like gloves. Rough palms pointed upwards. And I didn't even realize that I was opening old wounds until I heard the all-too-familiar tearing sound of scar tissue ( Read more... )

We are the children they never really wanted ( Read more... )

They were black roses that bloomed inside of me.  The kind of creation that destroys you.  Eats away until it makes you less than nothing.  A negative, a shell standing in empty space.  Cut you out like cancer.  Twisting the knife was the easy part.  Harder was hiding the bitter grin you only see on successful suicides.  Watched them wither on  hot ( Read more... )