my mind
glows bright incandescent
it flows and burns through
my fingers and spills lambent liquid
everywhere
it is incandescent
smoldering, scalding,
the sensitive fibers in my brain
only endure half of its capacity
it cinders my scalp
it burns and burns through my skull
it professes everything
everywhere
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
What are you going to do for the rest of your life?
Nothing.
I'm going to do nothing for the rest of my life.
Why?
Because there are restraints for people like me. Restraints in white patterned cubes
and dark rooms full of empty thoughts. There's a place for people like me and it isn't outside
or here or anywhere.
I'm so tired I don't want to breathe or move.
What's the point?
I'm going to do nothing for the rest of my life.
Why?
Because there are restraints for people like me. Restraints in white patterned cubes
and dark rooms full of empty thoughts. There's a place for people like me and it isn't outside
or here or anywhere.
I'm so tired I don't want to breathe or move.
What's the point?
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Estoy
Estoy
completamente desanimada con esta situacion.
Prefiero solamente tu mirada cuando estas sentada en tu rincón
en la esquina del mundo
en donde nunca te alcanzare
completamente desanimada con esta situacion.
Prefiero solamente tu mirada cuando estas sentada en tu rincón
en la esquina del mundo
en donde nunca te alcanzare
Thursday, January 14, 2010
flutter
the beating of a bird's wings
is a sound further amplified by envy
-my envy
it's a wish only noticeable to me
when the leaves whisper things only heard
by the zephyrs of said wings
my eyes and ears and sensitive to breathe
one only nature has ever come to interweave
little strings put together make the sky
so we have a place to land on when we die
I could die and then be happier forever with the sky
is a sound further amplified by envy
-my envy
it's a wish only noticeable to me
when the leaves whisper things only heard
by the zephyrs of said wings
my eyes and ears and sensitive to breathe
one only nature has ever come to interweave
little strings put together make the sky
so we have a place to land on when we die
I could die and then be happier forever with the sky
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
How small the time frame was between the day I hoped and the moment I received what I had hoped for
so beautiful
it's been so beautiful and so have you and so have I
I've never wanted someone so genuinely
to be with them, to sense them, to hear them
the way it's been with you, it feels so pure
it feels so magnificent
and it feels like life is exactly the way it is supposed to be
because you're in it
in mine
in my life.
so beautiful
it's been so beautiful and so have you and so have I
I've never wanted someone so genuinely
to be with them, to sense them, to hear them
the way it's been with you, it feels so pure
it feels so magnificent
and it feels like life is exactly the way it is supposed to be
because you're in it
in mine
in my life.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Hannah
Is making me feel bad.
*sigh* because I haven't fed my turtle in a week and I guess I don't take care of Jackson. Anyway, a few weeks from now PETA is apparently going to take him away or something. Or even worse, HANNAH will take him away. I'm not sure. It's way too early for thought. Jackson is moving. Hannah is breathing. Elisa wants in on my house. I want cake.
Doesn't everyone watch porn?
*sigh* because I haven't fed my turtle in a week and I guess I don't take care of Jackson. Anyway, a few weeks from now PETA is apparently going to take him away or something. Or even worse, HANNAH will take him away. I'm not sure. It's way too early for thought. Jackson is moving. Hannah is breathing. Elisa wants in on my house. I want cake.
Doesn't everyone watch porn?
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