worldwide it's so ( Read more... )

eyes closed
mind on mute
my body sways
taken away
time serves as
a nerve repellant
not quite whole
mirror image missing
it is tied elsewhere

course sticky skin
dry eyelids hung low
a constant reminder
my doubled absence

hands glued down
to the ground
in check
are the many realities
father nurturer

lay me down

waking up with tequila breath two three mornings back to back is off-putting and these headaches are unforgiving. what i seek is completely different but i have no means of finding it. my obsession with vagueness tends to throw some off but perhaps it's more of an idiocy than anything else.

i stuck my fingers into a cup of fucked up memories and sliced my pinky on a very petite razorblade. this was purposely subconsciously saved for a rainy day. i'm an expert at this. i should be a television actress by grace of your religious beliefs. without some sort of addictionfixation i dissolve into an itty bitty expendable puddle that everyone ( Read more... )

we are very lost

everyone's wasted on rotten surroundings and dismal routine it's this continuous flow of despair and judgement i want a massive revolution cut this system to pieces without destroying the physical world around us i wish for my thoughts to spread like wildfire and all us kids will jump out of our seats start giving hugs and holding hands the whole ( Read more... )

it's as though people gather to see the sunset like it was some grand premier of a film about the world ending and the second that film is over everyone hops in their auto's and vanish. kites are all tangled along the phone lines and no one even exits their carseats. the grand set should be applauded and praised with herb or wine. i would sure feel ( Read more... )

submerge into warm watery eyelids and seep down the spine captivating almost every single continuous ascending moment which we so heavily crave through and through

been so dry, dismal. something sparked and the waterworks--quite relieving. looking forward to emotional gifts and spiritual guides but those come in miniscule jots. feel eachother, proving stagnant. none of this is your reality. much like staring at little black holes all over your thick, bulging stumps. repulsed. purging oneself of impurities. ( Read more... )

while sitting in the waiting room this very early morning i subtly stare at this womans ankles, that she so coyly put on the coffee table, wondering who in the hell she has fucked, where she has lived, if she was a flower child of some sort. she's got this tiny frame with red and purple blotched skin that is just beginning to sag. her eyes seem ( Read more... )