the dirt lined every crevice. nothing was spared from the gritty lining. every wrinkle now defined . every valley exaggerated. up close it resembled an uninhabitable wasteland. dead center in a drought. the world after the world was no more. step back. take a peak at the bigger picture. the scent of neglect hovering like a cloud of gnats around ( Read more... )

adult life is smothering me!

i can't act grown up

i don't wanna act grown up

ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

i already feel old and my tattoo is attacking me!

rock a bye, baby's not swinging from a tree ( Read more... )

life is full to the brim ( Read more... )

i used to marvel at the beauty of the world ( Read more... )

i used to marvel at the beauty of the world ( Read more... )

resting gently atop the amber sphere like an iceberg. a frothy hat. lilly pads of the alcohol world, although i'm not sure i'd enjoy consuming what rests under, upon or around a lilly pad. pond scum never rejoins the pond to contribute to the ecosystem but the head reunites with the brew to make more brew. not destructive like an iceberg to a ship ( Read more... )

heat rises, face flushed. voices drop as your footsteps fall empty on the hardwood. the knob is cold in your hands. if only the cool from your fingertips would reach your forehead. you swallow back a lump of shame. it goes down slow, with a hitch, a catch. a hard sour rock. you don't want to swallow it but you don't want it known, so you force it ( Read more... )

heat rises, face flushed. voices drop as your footsteps fall empty on the hardwood. the knob is cold in your hands. if only the cool from your fingertips would reach your forehead. you swallow back a lump of shame. it goes down slow, with a hitch, a catch. a hard sour rock. you don't want to swallow it but you don't want it known, so you force it ( Read more... )

hands quivering. breaths short or nary at all. the sun leaps off the hood and assaults my eyes, squeezing the tears from the corners as i struggle to focus. watching, waiting. heat ripples across the adobe and warms my salty skin, add a few more degrees, my elbows burn, from the sleeping engine beneath them, and my thoughts boil from the scrutiny ( Read more... )