but i wish that i knew for certain you weren't abusing the lock.
it's just an unmistakable jumble, slanting inwards upon itself.
like a country house with too much snow on the roof.
eventually, it will collapse.
if something should happen, i don't want to be left alone.
the throbbing pain gets worse each day.
to feel...
          to feel your head upon ( Read more... )

you are halfway around the world tonight. i am sitting and smiling like a queen, even with the throbbing coming from my ankles. &my knees buckling under the strain of walking outside my front door. it's a hard world to deal with, all of the oxygen being depleted, a breath at a time, replaced with smoke and carbon monoxide fumes. the cold and ( Read more... )

i remember the way the tv static wrestled with your eyes, flourscence of the screen seeping slowly between the cracks in our fingers. channel 43. nothing but mess. you fell asleep there, your back against the sound. (did i ever tell you how beautiful you make me feel?) the voices of accusations &  what-ifs  buzz inside my mind. but i'm used ( Read more... )

there is so much warmth between us. everything is perfect. i think of our foreheads leaning together. connected, our eyes fully apparent to one another.. glowing and spectral.  randomness rules our world. i wouldn't have it any other way. pondering lifes questions on cold rainy days.. strewn across your bed playing hard to get. fingers intertwined ( Read more... )

     i feel bland.
the tastefulness of
a heartbeat-
the plain nature of
regularity.
     i feel amiss
and aloof even though
i really have nothing
to be aloof about.
     or maybe
i'm just overly-
poetic and that's
my original problem.
     i mean-to begin
with, i cry easily and
love too much (or
maybe it's i cry too much
and love easily; i can't
decide which yet ( Read more... )

the boy with a hole in his memory is the absence of time, a lost sense. the typical drip of rainwater to the gutter- that splish splash noise. the steam coming up from your cup in the coffe shop, making your face cold and warm at the same time. the girl with the ribbons in her hair pulling on your pantsleg, but you are too occupited with the ( Read more... )

                                                       I love October.

It's like my favorite month.

It also means long walks and pumpkin
                                                          ( Read more... )

a clap of thunder and a slice of lightning like a wound. vein-twisting hands and fumbling fingerprints.  we spun around and around in the street until the world was rocking like a boat on a crashing and stormy sea.  dark blue and gray like the way you taste after it rains.  love is not waterproof.  do you hear me?  it will make your mascara run ( Read more... )

youjustMayStartAchainreaction...

need this fall any further
i am positive death will flirt with my sickness.
because only the filtered gas weaves through the windows,
and swirls about and through our limbs like rusted poles.
i don't think growing magnitudes of volume will save you this time
the silence is what will keep it together