It's never as bad as I think it is, until I take another look in the mirror. My stomach transforms into a pretzel as the realization "I can always get worse" really begins to sink in. The old scars are so faint now that if I avoid bright lights nobody could even see them. I … Continue reading “Tomorrow is where I placed all of my hopes, but I should have saved something, anything, to get me through today…”
Tag: losing
“I might have said that I no longer believe in love, but today, I realized I was wrong; the love I believed in was never really there to begin with.”
But somewhere, in all that anger, is the pale heart of somebody who wants to be loved.
“Be careful of who you let back into your life; mistakes are often disguised as second chances.”
Seeded into my nights, Your essence claims me; Hidden in my shadow, Your fists find purchase On peach shaded skin. When you feel yourself Losing your grip, Fingers morph into claws, Piercing my exposed flesh Until my moonlite profile Is brushed in heavy strokes Of ferric crimson.
“Distance, like the stars from our Earth, the very same distance from my heart to yours.”
The twinkle in her eyes isn’t from stardust, diamonds or pearls; Her eyes shine from her own wonder, her curious nature for everything around her. A polished stone set in metals pales to capture the allure her eyes hold, for her eyes are to alive for such similes to hold a sliver of justice. She … Continue reading “Distance, like the stars from our Earth, the very same distance from my heart to yours.”
“I am empty, but oddly enough, this emptiness feels heavy…it feels so damn heavy.”
I can’t cry anymore. I used to cry driving home every day. I used to cry in the shower, and when I laid down for bed. I turned to drugs and alcohol to numb my mind, so I wouldn’t have a free thought left to drift towards my unpleasant past, or at least the unpleasant … Continue reading “I am empty, but oddly enough, this emptiness feels heavy…it feels so damn heavy.”
“Something is only considered trash because someone comes along and labels it as trash. So when I say I’m trash, it’s not that I’m inherently nothing, but after 20 some years of experiences, I can’t define myself as anything but trash.”
There was nothing I could have done.. ~Do you really believe that? That there was nothing you could have done, nothing at all?~ I just wanted to be loved, to feel what love was supposed to be, that forever and always type of love that grows stronger each day, bringing smiles and family and so … Continue reading “Something is only considered trash because someone comes along and labels it as trash. So when I say I’m trash, it’s not that I’m inherently nothing, but after 20 some years of experiences, I can’t define myself as anything but trash.”
I don’t know why I bother.
It’s 85 degrees outside, and the air in this old office isn’t what you’d call “top notch”, so my shirt is sticking to my chair, and my shirt sleeve is stained with forehead sweat. I walked in, sat down, and the heat made me sick within minutes. I’ve been up to empty my guts 3 … Continue reading I don’t know why I bother.
I’ve stretched out my soul to widen my shadow, the only part of me that seems to understand how much of a fool God must be for creating this bullshit.
The Summer flickers into the year with lingering regrets; A medley of melted marshmallows and perfume laced bug sprays. It’s not a storm like the Spring, raging in, forcing growth and change, no. Summer stumbles with no direction, as if lost in all this sunlight, As if the added hours of daytime and sweltering drafts … Continue reading I’ve stretched out my soul to widen my shadow, the only part of me that seems to understand how much of a fool God must be for creating this bullshit.
It’s not Hell on Earth, it’s just Hell.
“People can break into pieces, and every single one of those pieces still has enough of us to feel, enough of us to love, enough of us to break again...We may only have 1 life to live, but in that life, a person can die more than once.” I tried to wash this all away … Continue reading It’s not Hell on Earth, it’s just Hell.
“If fate is the reason for my everything, then why am I baring these burdens alone? I never asked this, so why? I just want to know why..” (part 3 of 5)
I want fate to touch My crowning breath, To blister in its fever As it traces crimson Around naked necks. It’s a vibrant sensation, Echoing the shade of dusk Throughout my bones Until they are reduced To Georgia Red Clay.










