* The cemeteries are full of "if only's" and "I swear I never meant what I said's"
* My eyes hang like torn hammocks after a thunderstorm.
* You can't turn poetry into prose, believe me, it's like turning a goodbye into a bowl of narcotics.
* Burning cigarettes in pairs like a reenactment of the twin towers.
* I see your shadow in the corner of dark alleys, clutching a bottle of whisky and my notebook.
* I am having a conversation with every doorway you've stormed out of.
* I am the drunken murmur on the lawn of a funeral home.
* Your ringtone is the sound of a pistol being reloaded.
* But does he kiss you like you are an ocean and although he's terrified of the water, he's perfectly fine with drowning?
* Drowning myself in alcohol because your eyes make me sea sick.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
* The cemeteries are full of "if only's" and "I swear I never meant what I said's"
* My eyes hang like torn hammocks after a thunderstorm.
* You can't turn poetry into prose, believe me, it's like turning a goodbye into a bowl of narcotics.
* Burning cigarettes in pairs like a reenactment of the twin towers.
* I see your shadow in the corner of dark alleys, clutching a bottle of whisky and my notebook.
* I am having a conversation with every doorway you've stormed out of.
* I am the drunken murmur on the lawn of a funeral home.
* Your ringtone is the sound of a pistol being reloaded.
* But does he kiss you like you are an ocean and although he's terrified of the water, he's perfectly fine with drowning?
* Drowning myself in alcohol because your eyes make me sea sick.
The untitled series will be a series of 10 random scribblings found in my journal. My journal is comprised of these scrawlings from whether I am bored in class or heavily intoxicated.