fluoresence, it peers,
out blearily at you as you walk
down the hallway, foot after other,
pale yellow plaster,
naked pipes curled against each other,
can't be true.
can't be true.

the stillness, it creeps,
along the floor, up around your ankles twisting
surely, stopping your thought but not feet,
odd brass hinges,
mismatched locks the size of a hand,
bright ( Read more... )

pause.
bland, poorly whitewashed, he
stretches out towards the door.
somewhat surprised by contact, he
runs the pads of his fingers down.
patterned ridges of alternating depth,
calm, pulsating energy as if waiting,
aware, quietly patient, he
presses his palm to the cool wood.
distant hum emerging from within, he
listens to catch a spontaneous whim,
a quick ( Read more... )

there is an aching, a yearning,
a rope, sailor-knotted around a vertebrae or two,
more felt around his sense of self.
there is a pulling, a yanking,
a clamoring, demanding naught but action,
he knows something needs to be done.

A.
whirr, smash, whirr, smash.
he snaps,
harderharder, arms hurling.
he has to destroy.
the thrill of wild movement,
multiple ( Read more... )

cold to the point it burns,
it slides along inside,
slithering and twisting its way,
curls up around joints,
squeezes veins tenderly,
nestles in the crevices of the trachea,
as if to say,
it'll be okay.

strong to the point it grins
it quivers with manic excitement,
shooting off visions of the macabre,
hides in darkened corners,
peeks out with blinding flashes ( Read more... )

step right up,
we get in,
your hand clammy,
in mine sweaty.
tentatively we sit
there,
you look
here.
your grasp fades,
initating.
i let go,
connecting.
possibilities.

bars go down,
we go up.
cages of wings,
open up inside.
but hesitant are
we.
moving not nearer,
you and i.
your gaze speaks,
fleeting.
i look away,
lying.
double denial.

higher we go,

wait for it.

[would it not ( Read more... )

What I want to know is how we come up with the idea that one must be stable themselves in order to stabilize others. This. Isn't. True. This world is the complete proof of this. I see, all the time, I will talk to someone, and listen to how they are struggling with cutting, drugs, depression, etc. Then another day I turn around and see that same ( Read more... )

so stood i before you, treading the highway division.
and oh, but the headlights did speak to me.
always, sparkling of the magic i could not have,
poorest hitchhiker that i was.
and surely did the exits run together.
[the world did have parallels.]
drove you by.
waited, though i did, by the call box.
listened to the tone, deciphering delusions.
( Read more... )

what if seeing the truth took but a single revelation?
what if it told you, everything was nothing anyways.

would you still want to know?
would you still listen to the pounding voices?

a thousand discordant symphonies that whisper of truth.
a forest of swaying boughs that speak of lies.

truth, upon revelation, now visible underlying self-concocted ( Read more... )

you breathe.
it catches, latches, that's how it always is.
careful now, just
oh, ah. oh, ah.
one nanosecond at a time.
just now, that's all.
it will get easier.
promise?
yes.
just like that.
but until then,
you fight.
throw your left-handed punches,
and pray your reflexes aren't too slow.
duck and weave, duck and weave,
that's all there is to it.
but exhaustion is ( Read more... )

It's the faint sound of a far-off guitar that is sitting right in a pair of hands, on a lap, in a room. But it's a field too. A field in more need of resurrection than the browned and wilted grass ever required. Chord progressions flow and the strumming pattern manipulated to serve the hands' yearning. The battle rages and the air shakes. Much ( Read more... )