are you scared of catching whatever I have? are you scared that if you lean in too close I might kiss you? in your fucking dreams. all that woman does is spread. spread like the plague. when you come to me with you precious little "I'm so sorry please take me back" (more like "I'm not sorry I just have no one who wants to feed into my addiction anymore") note, expect that shit to be ripped up and ... » Continue Reading
sipping coffee, 285mg in my system (I'm not talking about caffeine). I'd like to think I know all the constellations off the top of my head, but really, all I know is the big one, the little one, and the one no one else can see but me. maybe its my reflection in the night sky. or maybe I'm just imagining things. You could say daydreaming is a full time job, but so is astronomy. Why pay someone to... » Continue Reading
I had a dream about you last night. don't worry, nothing weird, I know you don't like me like that. I'm not sure who would. for a second I forgot how pissed I am at you. be a fuckin man. we held hands. it takes me back to when you made me believe, gave me hope. but alas, what else do you do? make poor little innocent souls fall in love with you only to crush their spirits? stab them in the heart? ... » Continue Reading
buddy, old pal, you are stuck in the world of fiction you created. this isn't like the fantasy book you imagined. this is breakups and debt and expensive drugs and suicidal 9-5s. you cant rely on falling in love to keep you going. splash some cold water on your face and sober up from whatever you think you're on. wake the fuck up. » Continue Reading
the holy Trinity I tell you!! Lexapro, a broken heart, and a long list of fears! should we go over that list? 1. spiders 2. ghosts 3. failing 4. fear in itself 5. trying 6. a new revolution 7. nuclear bombs 8. creating 9. destroying 10. loving 11. being hurt again 12. living 13. laughing 14. breathing 15. dying 16. taking risks 17. not taking enough risks 18. snakes » Continue Reading
the air here is so dry and thin. I'm so dry and thin. brittle, cracking, stomping curbs and kicking empty shooters across the street. the grass is still wet. maybe I can lick the wet leaves of the bushes, like the ladybugs and the spiders do. little cigarette filters in the drain, too small to use but big enough to catch my attention for a short while. I cant help but think about God. what is God?... » Continue Reading
if I wasn't full of hatred, I wouldn't know how to create. if you aren't full, you're hungry. always a taker. be a giver for once. let yourself be upset, angry, at the world. make art. muse? what muse? all you have is yourself and what goes on inside your head. create create create. put something out there. let people hear it, see it, read it, indulge in it, memorize it, sing it, eat it, devour it... » Continue Reading
there's gotta be so much more out there. count the stars in the sky. well, if you could actually do that, I'd be real fuckin impressed. 1...2....3....4.............. It's like being a little kid on Christmas day, except when you realize your great aunt whatever her name is got you socks instead of that thing you really wanted. When they give you a voice but no words to use it for. Or, alternat... » Continue Reading
I think I've known you forever. mind if I crawl into your flesh? gnaw on your bones? that'll be okay right? God, you drive me crazy. you're (we're) so crazy. would you wanna run away with me? drive away to an open field? I found us a place, we can settle down in your home town. get married. have kids. cool yeah? or maybe we can just be best friends and deny any sort of feelings but sleep with othe... » Continue Reading
be quiet for just a moment and listen to what I have to say. your whispering amongst yourselves is too loud. your adolescent faces and your obnoxious hair is too loud. quiet down. every time I walk into this same room everyday, the people walk a little slower, as if they may provoke me to bite if they move too sudden. I only bite if you ask nicely. all bite and no bark. do you hear what I'm saying... » Continue Reading
im sorry for writing so much shit but I cant stop the black and blue ink that dribbles down my chin after I vomit up every knife you plunged in my back, if I took the plunge off a bridge would you follow? just push me from the front and not the back you asshole. or maybe I'll overdose and you'll kick me in my foaming blue mouth, just roll me over first, will you? this isn't my good side. smell the... » Continue Reading