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June 16, 2006 ( Read more... ) -
Used to call myself...
I used to write enough to call myself a writer ( Read more... ) -
blood
Numb wasn’t born with me
But I can’t remember life without it
Shadows of a life before
In loose photos in a box
Vulnerability let you win
Once
So in the name of “never again”
Pull back
Blood clots better than tears
And scars map the shame
That blankness cannot hide -
New Poem
The third moon rises on Jupiter ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I fucking hate myself. I am seriously fat and disgusting. I am feeling really sad and vulnerable and I don't want anyone to know. I am probably going to continue to suffer silently. I want to die right now. I know enough to prevent action, but the thoughts don't stop. FUCKKK -
sorry
I don't know what I'm doing here
standing in the dark
warm blood on my hands
can't tell if it's mine
or hers
or a composite sketch
of dna splatter paint
dripping down my arms
there's nothing to say
no words to breathe
feeble meaningless apology
left stuck with the lump
in my throat -
a poem I wrote in high school
This appears on my senior page in my yearbook ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
where do dreams go
when they die?
do they drip from
my mind
like a bloody tear? -
revelation
I may quite possibly be coming into a new era of my life. I'm no longer sure I believe in true love or any of that fate destiny shit anymore. It seems I've deceived myself into dreaming of things that will never be and devoted to much of my time to believing in ideals that are passe. This is not to say that I've abandoned hope or anything, but ( Read more... ) -
right now
Love is complex
Searching for answers to
Am I happy here?
But I want this or
I want her
Never is an answer
I never want to hear