this is the story of your hand next to mine. this is a story of friction and heat and tension and lust and this is all between our hands, mind you. its about the nails and the grooves and the spaces between spaces between space is where my fingers fit into yours. like a zipper for which there is no clasp, (or to which there would be none had you ( Read more... )

sometimes there are no stars. and we wonder how we'll ever be able to find our way home. but i think that if we hold hands long enough, we can take ourselves to where we want to be. or at least to where we need to be. or at the very least to where we are. and i suppose theres nothing more we can really ask for. but theres an aching in my head. a ( Read more... )

"somethings not right." i can feel it when the wind blows through the trees. and i watch curiously as it knocks the leaves right off their branches and onto the foreign ground. "i only wish i could fall that easily."

the sound is hear. and the sound is here. and i always hoped youd be my wife. but i suppose it wasnt in gods plan after all. but then again, fuck god. and his principles. i live on my own principles. and damn good ones at that. but today my world caved in. and here i am, swallowing CHOKING on the pieces. on this piece. this one peace. and so i, ( Read more... )

the sun shines generously on the oak tree in the back yard, its arm stretched out in protest or thanks, no one is quite sure which. a young man sits beneath it. tall and unsure, he is looking for something in the branches. and even though hes never seen it before, he can sense that it is there, teasing him taunting him begging him to find it. and ( Read more... )

the room was silent but i could hear every word you said! you talked about the elephants that stomp around inside your lower intestines sometimes when you see her. and i smiled and nodded "uh huh"s and "mhmm"s and though my heart wanted to add on some "but cant you see im dying"s, it knew better. its just that the world sometimes turns, but you ( Read more... )

i want to see the bright lights tonight. but the city lights always just blur. there are people who sit on stoops and wonder what they can do for the world. my skin is peeling more and more everyday and im afraid i wont be here for very much longer. tommy suggested we sleep in backrooms to hide from the sunlight, the sunlight? the streetlights. i ( Read more... )

the sunshine slips through leaves sometimes relaying vibrant colors in through my closed windows and onto the floor. (ive seen one billion suns, but never one as bright as this.) everett locks the door with one swift turn of the old brass key which had resided, until now, at the very bottom of my mothers sweater drawer. his hand slides ( Read more... )

we drive our cars every day down the same roads every day knowing that each tree we pass could be our last. you can learn more about people in a rear view mirror than face to face. and yes, things may appear closer than they are, but arent they? life can catch up to you in an instant, and then maybe you would wish that it had appeared closer than ( Read more... )

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