"it is never too late for a spell ( Read more... )

let this be something, i have been waiting (moving) for, my happy trail skipping, stomache bloated on blood and jumping beans. i had a dream, i spoke to a (temporarily) exited friend. i had a dream about explosives, dusting off your knees, kissing the sun, numbness in the body kneading out retired glaciers, filling up on crumbs, showing off ( Read more... )

what are all the ways to say ( Read more... )

hibbidy hobbidy doot
EYE just made a poot

feeling the thrust of unmendable. this is the first time i have been scared of being alone for multiples of a second. i am scared of learning to move on, having the searings of a tragedy in my throat. mostly his thin thick skinned wrists, how they move and roll in actions of making. people telling me i should be grateful for that time and move ( Read more... )

i have this fear (that i am fucking up), that one day i will be gone, and i will have not found the most honest rhythm of trickle and bursting that will keep me sane. i am scared that i am not good enough, of not startling, of being the face in the shadow that never reveals itself because the shadow gives it more substance. i am scared of moving ( Read more... )

old dew or frost outside, i am misestimating the outdoors because i am not there, but winter is like early spring and i am too superstitious as of late to get used to anything ( Read more... )

i feel like there is a pen quill waiting to spring out from my chest, a bear to rise from the short cape of my hair. lots of homeless people with sweet talk mumbles and "ok" but i still feel displaced where i go
here in tucson, trying to find a mountain to be alone in and stop flinching already

i sat on a boat in california with my significant other and the men in his family, and i caught my first fish and pulled a hook from its mouth and held its body and the slipping of soft mucous green whacking at air, and i felt it dying and screamed when it's life force was stronger than my grip and it fell from my hands and scratched me with its ( Read more... )

man, you're holding a crayon in a wall socket, you're getting pink streams running down the corners of the floor, shiver, i'm smelling a voice that looks like ( Read more... )