i've stopped caring if anyone's listening er not.. yay for me. i've been smoking chrystal all night with faine, mike and blue. shame, shame, shame. wonder if i'll sleep tonight, i don't mind. blue told me we should start over and we are but mike reinformed me that you can never really start over, but it's nice to try and most effective usually ( Read more... )

hard fruit guts yes rush from their angelic pain and what fragile heaven hurt road may rave

rain lips sparkle him fast his morning would hang skies

i spin to cool the fan, i spin to show you. we're bubbles because i said so and we'll pop if we collide; i dreamt a dream of this and when came the colour blue, found you.

".. it feels like god touches us both."

pedals dripping from cushion below, you somehow knew the way.

more than there is to give, give it. lost - i don't see straight. the lids are dry, skin shocked and limp against road.. run over by curious mind. lying, floating lungless in a drip. juice of his breath drowns the spread- is it time to cry yet?

6 . 26

stuck in Trouble without green or blue. can't seem to wanna stay awake. a wretching in the gut. i don't recognize you charred this way, don't expect to be returned to the toy chest when i'm finished with my play. sanctuary in flame.

to the very tips of cherry lips.

chained to brick in bloody pieces a laugh in anger. shards dance in a whirl of frosted pain. absent the sense of sugar. time curls itself around the skull and falls in beads across the skin. an ease within my bones at last look a tight reflection. sudden and milky, whithered rejections. soft coral glow from midnights street lamp beneath which ( Read more... )

first of ALL... i want to express how much i hate dateless poetry. the times i feel most suicidal are the times i find poems without dates because i'm such a stoner i couldn't tell you if i'd written something twenty minutes ago if it didn't have a date on it. ..::shakes head::..

fever; my tongue splits - poison sprays downward, makes mittens ( Read more... )

"don't look don't look" the shadows breathe ( Read more... )

My father, the malicious, has taken care of my monster in the closet. I love him more than anyone ever has. I don’t understand his beauty nor the melody in the way he moves but he knows things and makes me feel undone.. vulnerable. Gone in the loveliest good-bye ( Read more... )

piggy in the mirror ( Read more... )