I want to write language in a sonic verse and scream it out as toxins to infect all others. To stand upon my soap box in the shape of a vessel-leaking-lover and blaspheme your origin until you start to discover the irrationality hidden behind your blissful moonshine garden. Dig through toggled un-granted wishes, keep rigging up tetrises through ( Read more... )

not enough time. pictures and memories are stacked in my mind.

piled up too high to remember.

people i used to know, places i used to go.

it is all gone and done with.

it is more painful, for someone to be unatainable,

than dead.

an untangable plan to feel the warmth of your hand.

you only live on in my mind.

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love was blind.

but so were we.

you need more than your eyes

to be able to see.

someday i will be made of skin and bones. and i will wear a roaring 20's dress. preferably green. and upsettingly missing sequins. and knee high doctor martins i probably pawned off some place. and i will still have a bleached mohawk. but left down past my shoulders covering most of my head. so you can't even tell what a dyke i am by the type of ( Read more... )

there should be no right way or wrong way, you just have to live. it should be beautiful enough that someone exisits.