Dive into books about candles,colours, and meditation.//Play Ani Difranco and Elliott Smith// Dream about walking on guitar strings across someone's giant mouth.// Cigarettes and caffeine [the only drugs I can do these days]//Consider looking for god but give up when a song I like comes on the radio.// Decide that god is this song on the radio.// ( Read more... )

My eyes were fixed on the saphire body of water before me. Blood vessels exploded like waves, making the ocean seem so high up. It was cold. It was unwelcoming and still so refreshing. All I knew for sure was that this ocean could swallow me, the choice was up to him. The soft sound of waves on my skin called me closer. With every step I took, the ( Read more... )

Only because I said I'd write everyday ( Read more... )

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Your eyes scream at my sleeping braincells, whisper at my waking dreams.

-stares at my imagination, judges it.
Your eyes make me hate my fingers,
my toes, my green bloodshot windows.
So your eyes made her throw up her heart,
along with her dinner.

Porcelain bowls. Beauty queens. Black blood.
Screaming ambulences.

I'd kill you if you weren't so ( Read more... )

Negative. (-)
Like a child who's just been told there is no Santa Clause, no God.
My imaginary friend vanishes from my body as if she was never real.
Was it ever real?
I imagine swolen skin.
Love, finally.
Oh how I wish it had been real.

She'd glow like the beads from the necklace that choked my throat.

Negative. (-)

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You sing songs about crack addicts.

"What are we doing tonight?"
"Nothing"

So my grouphome girls and I decided to find our own adventures.
We hitchiked ten miles down the road to a place called Angelos. It's a diner. I couldn't stop laughing. Half an hour on the tracks, and twenty minutes on the road. We met this trucker named Denis. I had never been ( Read more... )

Feb. 4
a few words;;
The city is a mouse trap and I am a cat. 
The city broke my foot and the kids cut off my whiskers.
Now I get stuck in small places often.

This isn't a metaphore.

I really am stuck.
and I really don't have whiskers anymore.

Why don't you just open your mouth and scream the truth?
If you don't scream it loud enough, you'll forget what ( Read more... )

Blue in a bottle. They called it Rev.
It was delicious, but I still couldn't get my mind off your mind.

Do you watch me from your window like I watched you from my cardboard box?
Do you feel me like a heart attack under water? Do you gasp for air everytime you think of my big green eyes?
Do you feel me all around you like a hurricaine? Do I suffocate ( Read more... )