brokeded

I got something to say, but it's probably not important or beautiful enough so i won't.

November: Ahem ( Read more... )

Some lady with 5 felony warrants for arrest stole two cartons of cigarettes today while i was the cashier. I had to talk to cops. I don't even care that she stole it, but it was right under my nose. I am embarrassed. I felt like a rube ( Read more... )

but for some reason everything i've done that i've had reason to be ashamed about keeps flipping through my mind like a pendulum continually striking a rolodex

like any other day

i mumble, stammer, and get lost in sentences. my brain thinks i shouldn't talk. he's pretty intheknow. all i wanna do is tick tock

Sad, not depressed just sad. or not just depressed but sad. it feels disingenuous to say "just sad." something about the temperature, feeling of fall, the depressing story i am reading and all the things i ignore making their way single file in my periphery which is the farthest i can keep them away. it's ok though now to be sad since i am tucked ( Read more... )

having caffeine
conversations while their
relatives sit in

world i'm savin all
the light that i don't need
in the day to make

scarcely dark when snow
is an open gate but
no water what then

calm not testing my
pulse afraid of being shot
in the face the eye

full of mania
and watching children i think
the meaning is ummm

Skies are great because they have things like shooting stars and bloody moons. Mostly though just things that fall and rise and fall and rise and circles and circles and circles (ellipsis really). and frozen. smell of spring and things saturated cluttered building little triumphs to trump the void ( Read more... )