tone of which she blisters her lips with a syllable sound of setting my eyes to the side and shutting down my mouth ( Read more... )

Subject to change. Subject to make me hate.
Every last one of you.
And her.
For hating myself.

I say dream without the things that make us fear everything we don't understand.

the course between loving and living and lying and trying has become a vague matter of descriptive error. I am in conscious flow of some radiating power that kills the lungs and blackens the heart from horror and dust-filled eyes. My mediation of medication is long gone and the worn hands no longer need the gloves. I am gone to those that never ( Read more... )

Participation comes in segregated frames where I can’t smile and you can’t laugh. Thus, makes us equal. Thus, we are here in this together. Let’s begin painting the doors red and the windows white. Let’s begin taking over our deafening civilization with amazing colors that keep us calm and habitual, just like caged animals. Sudden, since we all ( Read more... )

Some take to love songs and we all sing along. It makes sense. It makes things clear like the tear around my throat. “We all finish strong,” is what they say. “We all commit crimes,” is what they meant. I’m sorry to notify you all; Love doesn’t come in equal amounts from every person you would have liked to have touched. Touch doesn’t happen as ( Read more... )

september brings
broken wings
and september bleeds
open vials

enjoy
the posture
of the closet

so, voice
the closure
of the socket

lighting your fingers
with lights
and sighs
like electric fires

We are too bold to move along ( Read more... )

A sickness follows. And a sickness brings. My sickness borrows all the fit that bliss forgets to mention or sing. We are compatible leasing our hearts for months at a time. And it feels right. right before you move too far. The hollow tones and some particular tongue. is missed. and i lipped the words. and mouthed the movements. I am sickness. and ( Read more... )

Let's begin from the beginning.
And the end follows lightly.
Let's suffer from the thought of saving.
And enjoy what comes from heights.

This skin. is worn.
And my eyes are whitening.
These hands are. full.
Of offering. the world.
And recieving some second chance.