death ( Read more... )

death ( Read more... )

i asked him if he meant it. those words about my character. he said no. he said he was just trying to hurt me ( Read more... )

dear XXXXXXXXX ( Read more... )

dear mama can you feel my bones up ( Read more... )

you walk like a drunk cowboy. she told me that once. before I was a cowboy, before gender was a given. I could probably build you a sound resemblance of myself based on what they’ve all seen in parts of me. “you flinch when I touch you boy” another one said. I could show you the lost boy desperate for love while dying to love himself. “you are an ( Read more... )

Since I was a child I have had an unyielding love for fast moving things. Things that propel you openly through the air. Motorcycles, dirt bikes, go carts, zip lines in trees rigged ever so gingerly by 10 year old hands, the back of moving trucks. But it is not the speed nor powerful aggression of such activities, with most having engines you can ( Read more... )

twirled tops and bearded ladies, i wouldn't believe it if they told me, that the circus has come into town. always ready for flight in and out both by night ( Read more... )

i keep seeing the skies in their eyes and no matter how hard i try i never know if its there or just a reflection of what they see when they look at me.

"a healthy bit of analysis could be good for my often expeditious heart."