peachy
hoping the world holds so much for me, but knowing that anything she might have grasped at the time of my birth has slipped through the spaces between her spider-leg fingers with the fluidness of water and the ethereality of the crystals that make up sand but are too small for the naked eye to recognize.
yesterday,
that's when it started. i said, i cannot hold myself together anymore and if i move i will probably turn into a pile of tears and dead skin cells on the floor.
today,
i took a shower so hot that it burnt my skin. i cried until i couldn't see and washed my skin with soap so i could maybe wash you out. i wept to you, a pile of dust at your feet. you walked around me to avoid cleaning.
tomorrow,
you will sweep me away. as i beg for your touch, so healing to me, you will sweep me into the trashcan. i am dirt in the middle of a landfill somewhere.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
you told me you were a witch and you had spell books,
i asked you for a long distance lovers spell.
you didn't have one.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
i am trying to photosynthesize and i want you to admire it and tell me i have done so in such an ethereal state that i have lifted off of this very planet and i am no longer in a land of biology and chemistry but a country of geometry and art and i can realize we are all just planes intersecting the same point at the same time and i will come back down to this god forsaken place just to tell you about it
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
i want you,
sprawled out on the bed
and begging me to return.
pushing my hair back,
so you can admire my face.
i want him,
so i can dig my fingernails deep
into the skin on his arms,
until he screams and bleeds,
until i reach the bone.
for tempting you.
for making you think
that you wanted any more
than me.
i want you here,
so i can fold the blanket
that rests in the atmosphere
which we call the sky,
and place it around your shoulders.
i want him here,
so i can put him in an electric chair
and pull out his fingernails
one by one,
and my sadistic hollow shell can laugh.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
i went to a small acoustic show in the woods two days ago. it was a very small, comfortable crowd; maybe 17 people total including the performers. it felt like we were all friends. there was a girl there. she had been anorexic (she is supposed to be recovering. everyone knows about it), and she is just so full of love and happiness and she just wants the best for everyone and for everyone to be happy. but sometimes i see her in the halls at school and she just look so very sad, it makes my heart ache. at this show, there was a bonfire. it was a small fire because we could not get it to start. she was sitting down in front of the fire, and i was standing behind her because there was no more room to sit and i looked down at her hands and they just looked like skeleton hands. they looked like tiny, frail bones with a sheet of skin covering them! and oh my gosh, i wanted to cry right there looking at her hands. she is so filled to the capacity of love, so much that she's almost bursting, but she has skeleton hands and i can't stop thinking about those hands and all the rings she had on every finger and how when her hands get cold it must be hard to keep them from sliding down and falling off
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
he told me he had dreamt of us, of me.
he said we were sitting under a tree.
i imagined being in a beautiful place,
i had thought beauty was looking at his face.
we held hands and he said he loved me,
i asked, "do you really?"
he said, "i really do."
i really do.
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
it will be a harsh winter. snow is already fluttering from the sky in some places. christmas will be hollow and filled to the cap with nostalgia. that is okay. i can not remember most christmases anyway.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
my friend, she saw the body today.
she had to call the cops.
she saw the body
the blood drenched face,
she saw the body
sitting under a tree at the park,
she saw the body
an unidentified suicide,
she saw the body
she was speeding, she remembers every detail.
she saw the body
no one tried to help him.
she saw the body
"i thought he would just get up,"
she saw the body
"i thought it was a movie suicide."
she saw the body
no one even tried to help him,
she saw the body
they poked at him with sticks.
she saw the body
she wishes she could have stopped them,
she saw the body
she wishes she could have stopped him.
she saw the body
an irreplacable human soul.
she saw the body
she saw his body and now that will haunt her for the rest of her life.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
you lay on your bed,
you are naked.
i can see you
through a fogged window
or a blurry tv screen.
as you leave,
i can hear the angelic sound
of ancient church music
spilling out of your shoes.
you walk along,
i feel your body moving
closer to me
but it is walking the opposite direction.
i tell you
how i feel we are two people
standing in the same pair of feet.
you remind me
how we are on opposite hemispheres.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
dandruff is causing sores on my scalp
but i think the sores are you
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC