I was walking, you were talking, and we came across an abandoned house. I walked inside, you stayed outside, and I came across an empty room. The walls were bare, the floor was stripped, and I swear this frame was trembling. Called your name, you didn't respond, so I started thinking.

This is glamorous. Yes, this is glamorous.
But what I really want ( Read more... )

 
Here I am again, hiding myself behind this web-based blanket. Everything is so scary out here so I have to cover myself with these sheets of Blog just to make it through the night. It's so pathetic.

Anything I type will just read
OVERDRAMATIC
so there's no point anyways.

Even that statement was stupid.

The sun is finally out and the cold has hidden itself from the light. My blinds are closed but the sky is finidng its way into eyes. I pace and utter an occasional cuss word while sporadically slamming my right fist against some soft material. If pillows were alive, I'd be arrested. My mind is a smoothie of emotions. Everything is coming in too ( Read more... )

 
I seriously can't wait. I think it's absolute bullshit that I'm not out there right now. I mean, out there.
Seventeen and impatient. Let's just fast-forward the next few months and get to my life. C'mon. We all know it's waiting for me. A patient beast. Tear me apart already, geez.

Anyways.
I enjoy this poem.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, ( Read more... )

Sometimes I really wonder where my life is heading. It's exciting, but really depressing and tiring at the same time.
This weekend has been a blur.
I was coming or going, depending on what time you caught me.
Not 'cumming', either.
No, nothing of that sort. That's more fun and I'm more business.

There's something in my hair that's making it stick ( Read more... )

I'm on my fourth draft of a love letter that I probably won't send.  It's usually two or three sentences and then a strike through the entire paper.  My fingers hurt from I-don't-know-what;  my thumb was bleeding from a wound I couldn't see, so I took a bandage and pretended like it never happened because the adhesive matches with my skin so well ( Read more... )

forever
in your language
is only a few weeks       or so.
when you whisper that
"we'll be together forever"
i'm already packing your things in a shoebox.
it's like a two week notice to a job i never had.

i only use one hand to count our years together.
my parents on sundays,
l   a   z   y  d  a y  s,
with their feet uncovered from the blankets
sleep together ( Read more... )

I haven't seen you in days. Weeks. A month, at least. This is probably the third or fourth post about you, about us, about this situation we're in.

What will happen? I'm all set with everything. How about you?
I've been moving up the ladder.
Even if I fall, I'll still be on some level higher than the one I started out on. Friday will be a ( Read more... )

i am out.
i will be out.
i am always out.
when i am in, i am still out.

it felt so real.
i've never felt so alone.
half of the bed was cold.
the other half, me.

i'm starving ( Read more... )