There was never a rattle, they didn't shake near. They stood apart like two soft blades of grass and swayed. There would the train halt to listen quietly now to my rending heart, to keep frantic time for us and them.

It's all around you.

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this is where I live, so get the fuck out.

When I was young I was the handsomest man. I was young and handsome and smart, when I was young. people would gather around me and smile and dance, when I was young, but before I got older. Before I met winter and the days got plainer. As I got plainer and the days got shorter, when I was getting older, and the winters were colder. Before I was ( Read more... )

It's like a desert in here,
in this electric, white
that burns too bright.
As I'm sweating and sere,
what can I say here?

It's too quiet for din
and I'm talking again.
But I'm out of secrets and burnt,
and empty under my skin,
tattooed Arial thin.

It is cold in the suburbs, and people are very far apart. There are thousands in between us, whom we do not know, cannot trespass upon, and will thus never know. I cannot see my friends-no - cannot touch my friends, bring them near, find proof of their existence, and there is a wire now between my legs that churns my thoughts in twos and brings ( Read more... )

There was a time I went to church day after day because a girl I had fallen in love with would pray there, kneeling for half an hour every evening, when I could watch her in peace and quiet ( Read more... )