It wasn’t the way I fell or the fact that we climbed that places walls ( Read more... )

It would be so nice if you glanced at this.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/courtneywhy/
[or just click the picture]

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Your hair still crosses the back of my head sometimes ( Read more... )

The men to whom I still suffer are moving in my legs ( Read more... )

There is this intimacy that, over the past, how ever long it’s been, I have only been able to find in myself. And so with that, I take no shame in using my self as a canvas. But I do long to show many things that are extremely personal and uncomfortable to act out or say or do after the fact. I have love for these moments; it is apart of whom I ( Read more... )

For most of this decade I've been sweating under lights
But I've tried
I've tried again,
And another time
And now I've let my audience simply go.

You do something about your self, and the way you are, and you get nothing. You end up making a meal of no more.

The past 8 months have been really ridiculous and I look back and can't believe ( Read more... )

I lived the first day of the New Year performing in front on audience I would regret.
I lost my soul in your exhausting river.

I have no been good lately. The shallowness of the average person has been thrown in my face.


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The road gets louder and the night time’s won ( Read more... )

I am alright with you being confused
I am hurt by you being Greedy.

I'm tired at 6 o'clock midnight.
My rough, rough, weeks end at 6, i hope.
There isn't shit to say for the swollen irritation from that rough
Six six deca-triumphant.
Vegetarians eat turkey at my empty house in the rough
My life is smooth and far from six.