alien silhouettes invade us.
these are unearthly creatures outside my door and
they come rapping too eagerly.
shaking, shaking, thunder crashes
as my head rolls to the floor like
a lost cause.
my insides spill the way hers did,
but this time there are no screams:
there is no one looking for me now.
real world abduction.

shrapnel against the irony of glass. trees mark the marching way as we make our way to the battle field. time and time again, it's like we've given up but we keep going. there is just nowhere else. lights urge us forward and we crawl. i close my eyes and listen to the flying pellets, to the drums out of sync. the knots in my stomach tie and tighten ( Read more... )

apprehension. apparitions ( Read more... )

white chalky saviors. higher, lower.
now finally i sleep.

i feel like my words are falling, like my lips drip with stupidity. every time i speak i grasp for the letters back again but they slip by. am i not able? i forget how to spell through and out and i am no thesaurus. i am not of worth anymore, with nothing to offer but blank stares and maybe a pretty face. i'm stuck to everything i hate; those smile ( Read more... )

i am heavy and defective. my heart is a train that comes prior to schedule, later than expected. sometimes i wish so hard it makes me sick. i am so tired of this theme that taunts me daily.
everything is always the same isn't it?
it changes, but it's really just the fucking same.

ghosts live inside my paranoia. they breathe on my neck and i feel their presence slide across the top of my skin. footsteps, footsteps, and i can see you looking at me. i see your eyes and i sense your judgement. is this a comfort or a fright and is it all linked together ( Read more... )

this makes me sick to my stomach. grow up.

the flickering, the dim lights, the pressure, the fingers, the awes, and the creases and folds created. i know that this is spite, but even with that i am happy for you (a painful type of happiness). i don't care if you believe me or not anymore because really, what does it matter ( Read more... )

you open your eyes and there it is.
these galaxy nebulas, floating in infinity.
you stare and you wonder where they've come from and suddenly,
you close again.
clench, strain, choke.
and in an instant they multiply.
interstellar clouds.
proof of accomplishment; of deficiency.
you are a
lamentation of yourself.
white stars gloss to die.