And tomorrow maybe I'll just die. Covered in your arms under the stars. The cold will be so sweet covering my feet, with your hand around my waist and my mind clearly with another. Because I like to think of gold, the future, and dreams coming true. music, films, and good jokes. That time with another good friend, on the stranger's porch. That's ( Read more... )

Now I'm home for less than 24 hours ( Read more... )

I just started studying for finals. cool.


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Everything inside me is itching for this holiday break. I keep losing my brain. When I speak these days she decides to slip down my spine, cordially and pompously leave out the nearest exit, and return always fashionably late. Without a warning or even a good-bye I'm left in a mental rabble. She knows I need her too- the escape occurs at the most ( Read more... )

I'd like to read you all these poems myself. just you and i, alone among strangers. darling, i've got my garden and i'm finishing things i've started. tin foil and paper, the waves are big and there's a warm wind, i'm dissolving like sugar.

 Future thoughts:
Out here there is no 'under the skin.'
And the form of every other
Is hidden under covers.
Let us sleep
In ease of dark.
We couldn't rest
With this sense of duty hanging off of our chests.
Peeled away, we had to get back from where the
Grip of our hands could lift us from the failures
In the eyes of men, to form our scales and weigh
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goodbye, hello. I told you i would ( Read more... )

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In my dream.

With the rotting wood and my broken locket, outside of the basement bathroom window, i was hiding the matches and cursive letters that i once gripped comfortably in my hands. then in a sudden swoop i found my head in an old linen pillowcase. the linen was smelling of french liquor and the sweat of some old 20th century suffergets. and ( Read more... )

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