Sound is so light, breathing like a morning cast in fog Hold your breath now and wait for the fall All along the sweet castaway, sweet darling of mine Watched ever so quiet in the back of my mind Sound is so soft, breathing like a mouse in the walls Hold your breath now … Continue reading It’s not that I dislike silence, but sometimes I wish I still had the strength left to scream.
It feels like I am leaving my body behind for something much, much smaller. I'm not a shell waiting to be cracked, but nevertheless. I have to bust open. I have to break out. Well, more like break down. Tear down. Rip down. I have to rip it down, every last trace of the creature … Continue reading Every scar has a story, especially the ones that keep finding new friends.
Slightly, as if by pure coincidence, This door on her right creaks open Filtering stale light, pale dust, From a lifetime set in mellow tones; Dimming lamp shades that still reflect Mistakes she wears upon her sleeve. Her selfish thought today? “I wish these scars would just fade away...” Is freedom being able to … Continue reading The rain against her window echoed through this hollow room with every drop, loud enough and long enough to drive away rational thought. If he was ever going to do it, tonight would be the night to tell you, my darling, sweet dreams.
Do you want to know what it feels like? To be sitting in a waiting room of a planned parenthood, knowing that only a door away lies your girlfriend who is begging for the pain meds to numb her emotions as thoroughly as they have her body? For starters it makes you feel useless. You … Continue reading Every day I feel it, and it hurts, but never enough…I never feel like I’m hurting enough.
Is the light from my window beginning to reach my eyes? No, that’s the artificial light from the lamp beside my bed. Should that make such a difference in how I start my day? I would like to be greeted by something a little more comforting than this light that is a lie. It shouldn’t … Continue reading The long weekend has finally come, 4 straight days with no work, and I couldn’t be any more of a piece of shit than I am right now.
The cold bites away at already frost bitten toes while my tongue feels glued to the roof of my mouth. My eyes are trained on the only source of light, the ever so bright sight of moving pictures; the modern marvel of television. They are meaningless sitcoms, containing characters nobody has ever been in "real … Continue reading Another day, another night, another wasted chance, another series of calls to apologize for the fuck-up that is me.
I no longer get cold in the winter. That is to say I no longer care if I get cold. Of course I am affected by the wind as it hurts my face; I am blinded by the snow that covers my hair and shoulders, tripped by the ice under my feet, covering the streets, … Continue reading Ohio has a way of beating a person down, with winds that only roar during those times when I need the world to hear me scream.
Help me find my way back into this heart, back into myself and the soul I've forgotten. I buried them both under years of tears, scars and screams at my blinking check engine light. I haven't lost every part of me though. I'm still able to find a laugh, squint up at a winter sun … Continue reading Drink up the sky and breathe in this soil, this fertile patch of love the world has set aside just for us.
I had a dream last night, and you were in it. I was talking to you, just like we are talking right now. And I said some things. Not important things. Every day, hey how ya doin type things. I said those things, and then you were gone. I said those things without really saying … Continue reading When I was a kid I hated going to bed; it felt like if I was sleeping I was missing out on life. 20 some years later? I’m fighting my way towards never having to wake up again.
It’s crazy, the things you’ll miss about a person. You’d think, being raised in the hyper-sexual culture that is the twenty-tens, the thing people would miss most is the sex. One glance at the top Apps for all smartphones and you’d find all the evidence you’d need to prove that thesis correct. So yes, having … Continue reading I’ve never written anything while sitting in a coffee shop, mainly because I don’t drink coffee, but also due to my inability to keep my composure while putting any of my thoughts to paper.
That little light from your lampshade 