kangaroos and tattoos.

[seanna452]

my fingertips reek of cigarette smoke/ while my hair curls at the ends
as i sit on this floor/ i cant remember anymore
what is real and pretend
growing up i had it all/ however over is the fall
my winter still stands tall
in the crevices of my brain/ resides scents as well as touch
senses left driving me to bed/ I miss that stupid ache
that belonged to your eyes for a long while
but somehow faded like the sunshine from my life
salvation army is where
i found a porcelain piano
a dollar sixty for its purchase.
all i can do is sleep/ dream/ write/ walk/ sing.
fuck illiterate catalysts causing chaos
insinuating vultures carry such a deep hunger
while wasting ticks and tocks.
sanctuaries of slumber/ in dreams i can fly.
far from mistake/ linen sheets of laughter
paranoid of my parking lot
lyes and hides high like in the back of my mind.
rancid blotches of stained bleach on black vans.
better listen while you still can
cant stand this back facing me,
tension and hostility, ridiclous
and irrational is me.
sit down class
lets study.
this
is
my
hopeless
state
♥J.C.C.