I am learning they were not sins after all - my trust and ignorance and blinding faith in the ground under my feet. I knew concrete, and tangible, and skies without horizons. But Life is thin ice, and lingering smells, and dead ends where there's a party on the other side of the brick wall and you can hear it.... oh you can hear it....but to ( Read more... )

the phonelines are burning and with a rush of fear i scream "HOW WILL WE COMMUNICATE?!"

but no sound comes out, as I'd forgotten how to speak long ago.

im undoing us with every breath ( Read more... )

and sometimes I feel

watched...

though of course I am alone.

i miss something intangible ( Read more... )

there are dead babies waiting to be unburied
and if she takes from you a rib

will you be the same as me?

pregnant with thought

awash with red water
falling like rose petals from your groin.

writers block. no essay juice flowing, thats for sure ( Read more... )

i feel completely incomplete
and uninspired.

i keep dreaming of us sitting in the park with my guitar
heavy against my theighs. when you were still in love with the idea of me
and i just wanted you to teach me
how to play

how better to avoid essays ( Read more... )

Wii

<3