The soul that yearns perfection
Amidst numbness and the pain
A broken vessel reaching
For love and light again

These bones are breaking fast
And I am bursting at the seams
These voices will not leave me be
And my hollow heart still screams

Emptiness transcends the physical
Maybe that's why my plate's full at times
For what no food or drink can satisfy
Maybe my hunger's a different kind

- c.t.

(I don't know, just explaining why I don't talk much)
                                  
There's a thing such as beavis talk
You only know he's there when he's there
And, there's much more to him than that...
You can't respond  
Then your words  
Lose their power
You don't want          
Anyone to troll you
You don't even
Ignore them yourself

Time loves to torture me
Time makes what I hate
Last for what seems like forever
Time makes what I love
Pass by in a blink of an eye
Time makes what is beautiful
Wither away
Time can't wither your beauty,
You're timeless
A perfect flower frozen in time

I wish I could stop time
When we're having a perfect moment
I wish you didn't have to go
I could spend forever with you,
That still wouldn't be enough time
To be with you

Time loves to torture me
But my love is stronger than time
Time can't change my love for you
It won't wither or corrupt
Time can turn my body to dust but my
Soul will still carry that love
And it will find you anywhere you are

a set routine, tasks most days.

bread and butter, move a mountain.

yet it can be done slowly, only
looking at that which is completed.

not remembering the punctuation,
or rhyme.

enjoy the air, watch the frog,
hop close by.

know that when all is done, you
may sleep well.

night paralysis

sbm.

thunder strikes
lightning flashes
the room lights up
showing what he had done
blood dripping down his wrist
just another tally

sitting in the room
he Begins to fade in to darkness
wishing to reset to an earlier time
when life was simply brighter.

i do not buy the paper, often read them in
supermarkets, waiting. friends offer, knowing

i have the fire.they have extra uses, for the house,
and garden.

Brenda Keough Evans gave me these gifts.

she is my friend.

i read the news online, not that there is total
truth in some of it ‪#‎biased‬

sbm.

When the tears running down my cheeks turn into my blood running down my thighs thats when I know I'm gonna be fine When I feel the blade sink in my skin I'm not brittany anymore in that moment I don't matter the only thing that matters is the pain the blade makes All worries all fear all negative thoughts fades away And cutting is the only thing that has had that effect and when I feel the pain left over from the blade or look at the mark I get a glimpse of that safe place again. I feel safe when I do it I feel like I let everything out. And I have control of what happens I know whats gonna happen

Looking into your eyes
Through out the whole night
Trying to remember
All of its little details

Cause I want to remember them
Even when I go blind
So open your eyes
Don't be afraid

Cause I will be here
with you
all the
way
until the
**end