These clenched fists and jaw hold steady. I wish there were more words to speak. But silence is better than regret. I stitched my mouth shut with apprehension and with a body crippled from exhaustion I collapse listening to the silent conversation we are holding. What meaningful words we create with blank stares and bitten lips. My hands haven't ( Read more... )

I don't need to know what is behind your abused eyes. Your momentary fix will do. All you are and all you've ever been is lifeless. And you let fucks like me use you until you bleed and like the taste. Is this where you wanted to be before you knew what need was? Can you picture yourself without the shackles you made? They have become a part of you ( Read more... )

The instinct to shoot came so quickly it almost surprised me. Kill or be killed. But what is this all for? What reward can lie in a split-second of anger? And is the truth real to the senses or just a matter of opinion? I have denied myself the pleasure a thousand times without flinching. But every chance is a question, "Correction or ( Read more... )

Can you remember how it tasted on tongue numb from harsh words. Broke tide from current. Severing limbs with a look. In the cold air I see my breath you're sucking from me. This is what's left of me. Decayed and ruined. Misinterpretations melding with a short fuse eliminated chances of starting over. Heaven dissipated beneath us. Inside something ( Read more... )

I want to be the reason you believe in heroes. And I wish memories would sustain more than a moment of remembrance. I remember time so innocent, your love cost a mere second of attention. But as my spine shrinks with age, my face downturned, same eyes clouded with tears like they always were, I can't dance the distant dance of pretending anymore. ( Read more... )

The fall, the rise. All in perfect time ( Read more... )

There has to be more behind these words than trembling fingers soaked in stale blood ( Read more... )

Blahshimmidydah: man one time i found like a month old bonghit of bc chillin in my room
Blahshimmidydah: that was the best day of my life

IamtheMajkut: id pop a boner if that happened
Blahshimmidydah: man i more than just popped a boner

Blahshimmidydah: i was considering having sex with the bud, but smoking it was thebetter choice ( Read more... )

Day of the Sun's Last EclipseThis is part one of a story of despair. A word defined by my being. Today is the day of desperation and throwing up of hands in defeat. Oh how sweet these tears taste in the last hour of existence. When the pen ink bleeds less than your hands, when the mirror's reflection makes you nautious, what more is there to hope ( Read more... )