unconsciousness feels a lot like
when your foot is asleep
smells like nothing
maybe teen spirit?

the tastebuds don't react
to the thoughts in your head
like a movie playing over
and over
black and white unlike reality

as a coma to a dream
still hear the noise.

feel the blanket grace against
the tips of my fingers
as if I'm still awake
but really, the images ( Read more... )

a spill can ruin a man woman.
I can feel their eyes, but I don't say a thing.
don't talk to strangers.
"do you see that old ladies belt?"
I expect you to say it's ugly
instead you reply, surprisingly, and with wit I might add,
"yeah, it's totally vintage."
what the fuck is wrong with this world.
that's not even a question anymore.
joint account, three ways
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I am unsustainable.
you have downturns like nobody else
but I can handle you.
the law can't
at least,
not like I can.
my heart is depleting.
we are just animals here.
recession, depression
nothing but consequences.
there we go with that word again.
this time,
humanity is unsustainable.
we do not progress.
we most certainly do not prosper.
minor notes echo in the ( Read more... )

I love you. but don't take that as a reassurance. I still hate you more than anything. Be yourself. Don't let anyone try to tell you how to act, who to be, what to do, and where to go in life. Its yours. Fuck everyone else. Wear sunscreen. Love somebody - for real. Hold hands cause you want to, not cause you don't want to feel bad for not doing it ( Read more... )

It's an empty space.
It's something I haven't got.
You've got it, though
You really have it
And like a poet
And a sore wound
Maybe you'll really speak to me
More than words, I want love
Tonight when you're home
Though I won't be there
Sing a song for me in our
Sad state of affairs
For if only for a minute
Features were enhanced
I was in love
I was in love with ( Read more... )

all of my writing time has been taken away
and showtunes and announcements are hell
I hate morbidly indecent grammar
and paisley fabric
most of all, I hate her voice.
she's everywhere.

the plaid is dirty and the plastic is chipped
I've had just about enough of literacy
I prefer "love, violence and iambic pentameter"
I learned that back in the eighth grade
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teach me your moral views
I want to be enlightened
can we be friends?
I don't want to sugarcoat this
we are very point blank.

we need a part time romance
you are obviously guilty
go sit on the balcony, sweetheart
you are of no use to me now.
you serve no purpose.

peace, love, empathy.
I will sign my love away to you.
you're excused from death row
but it's late ( Read more... )

I don't use the rough note section.
give it time, friend.
I'm not ready to abandon you.
not just yet.
in this article, I let my feelings go.
call the police--you're getting too excited...
I'd like to rule the world.
you're like a researcher.
patient, open-minded, determined.
I hate to admit how captivated I am.
but you're nameless.
and you know nothing about ( Read more... )

this is just one big empty space.
writing I didn't even know existed.

all I do is skip lines.
lines to please, conquer, defend.
the particles in the air sting my eyes.
tears don't even do that anymore.
unaffected by that feeling; that prose.
it's inevitably a form of poetry.
I am in no way poetic.
only pathetic.
I have a blanket & I'm not even cold.
in the ( Read more... )

this is the fourth one. I'm not much into trust. there aren't enough books to fuel the things I have to say. the sound of the pencil on this paper is likely bothering everyone, but I really could not care less what's going on through their heads or in their minds. she obviously didn't get the message. we have until 14 before our air supply is cut ( Read more... )