she turns me over and pushes me down. her hands gush a sweet chill as they feel me. she knows- she always knows- i can't be her fool forever. i can't keep following her in hopes of recognition. & i couldn't walk behind her without stopping to see how far she would get without me; everytime i stopped she would turn around, the look on her face ( Read more... )

no matter how i put it, i only spill one particle of the truth. how it's been draped in the colorless rainbows of misery; how the last word was defiably undefiable. & that those dirty filthy lies led to this bloodred murder confession.

in this dilapidated state, smothered in tranquilizers and ambiguous musings of corruption, thoughts linger where they shouldn't and your eyes water into the whitest of pillows, drilling the dejection in your veins . & the drowning is incessant, drowning always drowning in poor excuses and year old remorse, resolute concealments of your neglected

plastic modernizations of your last perfect consumption; void medication, swallowed into an empty cradle and spit up as bits & pieces of unidentified remorse. my useless consumption of your unarmed words built me up as this social dysfunction; rebuilt into apathetic distortion.

i am; a selfish violation of myself, enclosed with your last hundred ( Read more... )

drowned in my own discomfort, i reak of gunfire and bullet holes. i've safety-pinned my scars to my flesh- don't leave me. such mistakes could not be prevented; i can make myself null- numb- and sidetrack my way through this bloodred alley. i have paved it several times before, transfers of inadequacy onto a paved road of cement, on which i can ( Read more... )

we are all the consquence of a dying society, wrapped in blame and smothered with regulations. it's a suffocating dance between the priests and the whores, battling for all mistreatment of the underdog population. devoured by exploding bombs and ticking clocks, taunting our miseducation, the consquences have been shot down and our assurance in ( Read more... )

i need to write, to scream, in a desperate attempt to shock the world. because i can sense it through my skin and it flows within my veins. in and out, it's all a classic destruction of ourselves. celia

shave my skin off and tear me down. this is the last of me in an impression of death, lithium laced and climbing down. the steps are steep and falling couldn't seem darker. we all know this is the death of us so rip me apart and throw me away. lay me down on a bed of burnt letters and embraces.

i dragged my good intentions through the dirt, tracing out my convictions. my battles were unintentional and my perversion outgrew the outlines. with weapons under my pillows and smoke from the dustbin, i was out the door to scour the landmarks of this scarred, fleshless building.

i will post a few older things. *smiles*