(the wings, not the sounds coming from their mouths and things ( Read more... )

This is what my grave will say ( Read more... )

Time gets real slow when I'm talking away ( Read more... )

Standing over the fire
around the humming, mumbling roar.
It crackles in my head, waves flowing, drifting, fumes consumed
Learning, relearning the living from a book
fulfillment scratching my face
seeping into my eyes as I look around
and catch your face in my dreams.

This pressure in my head is bursting out the seams and through the cracks in my mouth in words I didn't say. My skull is cracking wide open, pieces breaking off to show me where I was. Everything is so, so empty, but nothing is cold enough. Boring and tedious, the same words repeating repeating repeating. "Maybe this chair will fall out from under ( Read more... )

& my eyes are always burning, but ( Read more... )

Left my clothes on ( Read more... )

These words were written by yours truly when I lived a different life some fifty-odd years ago. I am currently twenty years old ( Read more... )

Just think! if I hadn't a smile to skew and crack slightly while being serious, where would I be?
If you dart your eyes that way casually, holding back a burst of laughter, maybe you'll think it to yourself..

Fucking tired of ( Read more... )