It came to me again the other day & sprawled itself across my skin,
trembling like a Richter Scale,
The Great Valdivia Earthquake,
blurred my vision,
slicked my tongue,
sharpened my teeth,
I felt it give out beneath my feet.

my fingers snubbed out
the last of the lights in the room and
we sat there in total darkness
waiting for death but he never
came no matter how much we
begged him to.

my lips lack the luster
to make your malicious mind
continue to crave my capricious crimes
that i inflict infernally
upon your thoughts.

crooked footsteps
fall and sink
into my mind's
dark abyss,
it is one filled with
cold thoughts that
are constantly choking
but never quite able
to wretch up the
potential of a good
thought.

"don't"

D ealing with feelings.
O h please end this.
N othing else helps the pain.
' ...
T ell no one, not even your friends.

"don't" written on my arm with
these things bobbing in my thoughts,
surfacing then sinking only to
come back up like bile in an aching
throat after waves of sickness.

"don't harm here"
written on my arm.

i met a variety of faces,
and along with those faces,
stories.

14. female. attempted suicide.
17. male. self harm.
12. male. homicidal tendencies.
16. female. anxiety & eating disorder.
16. female. drugs and violence.
15. female. broke parol. gang violence.

these were the people i was with,
but i swear to god that these kids,
were the nicest ******* humans you'll ever meet.
and it just goes to show you,
that those with many problems,
seem to be the most supportive of yours.

my lack of nails fail to itch
the scratch of failure on my skin and
i cannot fall asleep at night because
i wake up to the sound of my thoughts
rolling and crashing against one
another into this huge sea of
awful.

i want your hands,
in mine.

i want your curls,
wrapped around my fingers.

i want your eyes,
looking at me.

i want your lips,
against mine.

i want your lungs,
                                 * to inhale me as i become the smoke,
                                                   that fogs up the mirror of your mind,
                                                                   and sinks into the deepest crevices.

*i want you.

well **** yeah i love the affection,
but my mind goes in two
different directions,
and my chest sinks under
a touch of rejection,
and finally my everything collapses.

who do you think did it?
maybe it was a child,
or maybe a grown man?
a bully in high school back in the 50's?
what about some stoners too high for common sense?
anyone.

but let's just take some time to admire it,
the beauty in such an odd state.
there is beauty in everything,
right?
the tree had already started chipping the paint,
bright blue paint.
and it looked to be eating away at the basket,
the bike looked uncomfortable.