Leave no room for confusion, please do not misunderstand this as another pathetic cry out into silence; but the truth remains and it is undeniable, what i had i lack, and it was cherished. Please don’t misunderstand, it’s not you that I miss. What I miss is how honest your smiles were then, what I… Continue reading Let’s get this straight
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Pulpy Machinery
In the desperate hope of survival we cluster together, thinking that being separate together somehow makes us less alone. In the absence of honest-to-gods truth we pull one another closer, humanity afraid of itself but too alone or lonely or both to really move on. we are a conundrum of art and pain and coexistence,… Continue reading Pulpy Machinery
whats sad is that with every single one of my friends, i’m never ever sure if they actually like ME or if its the accessories i come with
frankly;
I want to take walks alone. I want to paint again and learn everything i ever forgot about pianos. I want to extricate the negative connotation my cynical voice places on everything, I want to speak without getting the sarcasm all over everything when its dripping off my every word. i want to always remember… Continue reading frankly;
i let myself waste so much time on you because you wasting my time is still you in my life. and even though i know its really not, i know some part of me believes that that’s better than nothing. in all reality, anything is better than you, and nothing of you is best for… Continue reading
Hands on the Wheel, (just steer north)
I am a mess, a wreck, worked up and worried like an insect in a web but the silk stringing me down is really just a thread of words pulled from my headand not disconnected, one constant stream of thought with no right or wrong end and here tonight like every other night, I am… Continue reading Hands on the Wheel, (just steer north)
Practice rounds
worse than victimizing myself is making the writer in me a victim too.there is no justification or truth in saying that the world i live in is hindering my ability to flow on paper,because the world i live in should be the reason i find courage enough to fail over and over again before finally… Continue reading Practice rounds
I want to find an off-switch under my tongue
youre all hard edges and landscapes today,you startle yourself in the reflective glass at choppy waters but the sea churns on,just because you marvel at time does not mean time will pause to pose for a snapshot. who am i to question the purpose and motive of ideals and paper-heart hopes?all i know is that… Continue reading I want to find an off-switch under my tongue
lonelilies wilt
for what it was worth i simply got tangled up in ideas–words that wrap themselves up in narcissism and insecurity before tiptoe-ing out of my mouth,silent and creeping like termites in my walls they eat you from the inside out;GET ME OUT and speak me say me, stumble all over me. I write to you… Continue reading lonelilies wilt
What’s it gonna take
I am going in circles living my life over and over again because nothing changes and there seems to be blockage downstream– i cannot be a placid lake with churning currents under glassy surfaces. we must function as the rivers we are, move along now. I am desperate for a change in scenery and closing… Continue reading What’s it gonna take