There is no kindness in winter ( Read more... )

The problem with me is they I can see the ending through the trees.
For me everything ends before it begins and everything is a battle I won't ever win.
Every 'hello' is a misspelled 'good-bye' and everything is a heartache rarely worth the try.

How do you get past the ending if its right at the beginning?

Smooth as wax, cold as ice, dead as dead.
Long stopped breath ceases to push hot air.
Long stopped heart ceased to beat molten blood.
Left to the wet, the light green and the violet violent blue of unlife.
We were born to die.
Every set of skin is nothing but a biodegradable casing for worms and decay.
The ice and snow stifles the fall but never stops it ( Read more... )

Nothin' better then a shower so hot it burns the sin offa ya.
Poundin' down holy water an' redemption
Scrapin' the muck and the filth from this day and all the days past.

Loosenin' limbs
Easin' aches an' pains.

The good Lord gives an' he takes away.
Sloppin' down tub sides, slickin' floors
Swirlin' away down that black hole
Into nothin'.

Till we're brand ( Read more... )

Now comes the time of ice and frost
Of wind and violence.
Of slow death and muted decay.

The time of scarves and gloves
And visual voices puffing and breaking through the ice.

Frigid lips and limbs
And ringing bells calling
Among commuters.

Ignored, acknowledged, and sometimes answered.

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I feel as though if I had you here
I would have no idea ( Read more... )

1/4th is the saddest number in the whole of existence ( Read more... )

Two faces.

The coin face down, tails up, curtains shut against the brighter of the sun that makes a failed attempt to rise sleeping beauty.
In the dark room made darker by the steadily increasing dosage of escapism, of the witch's curse.

It's easy to wander the streets in the twilight of the day, those magic hours: deep into night or early into ( Read more... )

I think if there were no photos.
No words written in careless places
That this would all just be a lie.

To versions of the same thing.  The firs one is more poetic then accurate and the second is more accurate to astrophysics.

She swallowed a whole universe of light
And it shot out from every cell of her.
From every breath, every hair, the ends and beginnings of her.

Shooting light out into the darkness
Creating the stars in the night sky.
The nebula to ( Read more... )

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