i really believe i can draw inspiration from anything living or dead. anything at all. alive, once alive, never alive. inanimate, animated, exonerated. i have been exponged. there is a mound of shoes in the corner of my room. i am seeing things i was never meant to see.

let it die
won't leave me

it's the only phrase that comes to mind thoughout my day. perhaps i am asking for everything to end. and end it will, end it has begun to do. i am slowly unravelling the wretched wool blanket that's been suffocating me these 5 long years.

i'm pretty sure i used to write poetry. everything dying everything growing ( Read more... )

how long how long how long
will this be over and still not done?
is it not the time for making space
between every tight and tiny place
where we once spent a little time
forgetting what was yours and mine
to combine
to create
to refine
demonstrate
to me that you've meant something else
when i tell you to leave, and drink to your health

this one is for you, in case you're still unsure of yourself ( Read more... )

i break promises i made only to myself.
i wouldn't dare promise you anything. i'm just so used to being let down.
can you miss what you've never had?
i am working to be whole
when wholeness is offered to me on a silver platter

swing low, sweet chariot,
and knock their blinking blocks off.

i have more to say.

late at night everyone seems right
even when they're not.
even when they are.

everything written here is too small for the human eye to see. at least my human eye. assuming that i am, indeed, a person.
these are ill fitting clothes.
my skin is too small to hold my organs in place.

dostoevsky disappointed me and i subsequently disappointed myself.
i am looking for a rare gem.

i am rapidly attracting.

it always reminds me how little i really with to attract.
the mind and body can be very misled at times. it always comes back to the contrite heart.