Termites in my chest eat away at my heart.
Parrana's gnaw on my stomach.
Leeches bite and suck the air from my lungs.
Dead body, static mind.

My eyes are closing and my brain's been watered to nothing. I tell myself all this nonsense so I will feel better. I am not John Lennon. I am nobody. I am dust. I'm not the smart kid who doesn't try. Because I've started trying, and I'm still not doing anything right. I'm a time wasting know-it-all with a fat old beat up ego. I am stupid. I am ( Read more... )

We're going to need more time. We're going to need to steal the hands from all the clocks and run away together. No more responsibilities until they can fix the mess we've made, like pulling a fire alarm in Middle School. We would hide together someplace small and warm, laughing as we watch everyone search. We stay there deep into the night and we ( Read more... )

reach down my throat
turn myself inside out
just like how you’d do
with a sock
might be losing my head
sharp stabs of reflections
mutilate me then ask me
to talk

If skies bled shades of green
And life flowed on like a dream
Stopping to watch only when
The weather was particular
I’d see you in an emptied field
Fates written, packed and sealed
Meeting only in one dimension as
Our lives are perpendicular

Black hair parted down the middle, flowing right down to her hips
High waisted velvet trousers and soft coral colored lips
She stares right through your soul with her massive coal black eyes
Each word cuts like a knife, she speaks exclusively in lies

Iggy, I’m not having fun no neither
Cramping, squirming, sweating with a fever
I ask my momma what she thinks is wrong
Says “Baby girl, that list is way too long”

Cigarette, lighter, smoke. Laugh in my face at your own joke. You're never sorry, always right. Tell me what my life is like. Tell me how I am to feel. Stab then grope, no time to heal.

Ain’t it sad when when sleeping is your favorite thing to do. Lie in bed ‘til muscles whither and there’s nothing left to you. Dream a dream where Mother Mary can do more than let it be. Wanna leave America for the land with golden streets.

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