001in the corner, backed into I finally realized its not all about getting out of tight spaces, or large ones for that matter.001
and all that novelistic bullshit I have always been attracted to, I'm craving something novel,
thats all
it was never you just a pursuit for me. it still is what it was
in some ways. it isn't just what we did, just what we're doing now, faking it occasionally when lonely in bed.
Alaskaso, she says calm cool & collected. like nothing is different since you left quickly. Never even pulling back the sheets.Alaska
after every last sour ray of sunshine left it's twinge of burning
I went back inside, only to find nothing.
where something should have been; you left empty shelves & lives
I fell asleep pretending to dream He woke up pretending to dream
you dreamt
Sobs, Lives, GovernmentsMy tears lit your shirt & seemed like sleepwalkersSobs, Lives, Governments
hailing cabs to dreams. Waves will take you somewhere
I wonder where the creases will lay themselves in 20 years when life decides to show itself around
your face and your children laugh at lines but don’t understand
I was there when
The lamplight made half-moons
out of your cheekbones & splintered off your eyes onto mine, but your not in my sheets to hold me when
there’s so much power we cant turn on the lights
She had an armyThere’s little tiny people behind you & they’re screaming that they love you & they cant live without youShe had an army
Man up, there’s lipstick on your shoes now Lets paint arrogance on your forehead In gold Your decision needs a necklace A pretty little necklace It’s status You're status & I’m in the cold
There’s tiny little people behind you
In the contrast
I’d think you’d look bigger
The Only Person In The Poetry+The Only Person In The Poetry
isn't you. He actually has light hair, which moves across his throat like a scythe. I find myself a little
frightened of this. I begin to assume that the
reason that there is no one else in the poetry
section is not because poetry is out of fashion
or that it is no longer necessary, but because of
this man with his long arms wrapped around a
vague, sad book. It also makes me think of you,
who would never be caught dead in the poetry
section of a bookstore. You, more likely to be
hanging out b
slip and fallthe dust in the air that day looked like repeating numbers infinite digits of pi scrambled by violinists playing all the wrong notes, with strings out of tune and fingers that fumble.slip and fall
cold hands on hot necks and hot days getting colder as they move: welcome the rain with shivers and white t-shirts because sometimes it's good to have people distracted you say you don't care anymore; but i know the stars that play across your irises have not completely lost their shimmer, glass bottles of words not broken into &nb
Insect GirlInsect girl your mind burst open this morning like a cocoon allowing your fresh ideas to flutter free alas, the ones that mock and tease with sneering grins and serrated teeth remained embedded.Insect Girl
I hear you scurrying under the floorboards searching for somewhere where people won’t stare at their own troubled faces in your fish bowl eyes watching their rigid bodies reeling in shock but when asked to recall what they saw…they can’t find the words naked truth and raw fear has rendered their tongue numb.
Silly girl, always the curious type who’d crawl thro
and your paying for that how?
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Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly.
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theres nothing pretty about a tattered heart framed masterpiece.
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