Along the coast, on a placid shore//I pace and I pace and I pace once more...
Afraid to Care
I've never been afraid to care//Just what I should care about//Because it seems all the world is at war//And I've got a nasty habit of not doing the dishes...
A some-one opens themselves up//While un-ones hide their fears
Every Devil’s Kiss
I'm dying for a metamorphosis...
I take a deep breath, I brace my chest, and inhale the cool, still air...
The Air Around Your Lungs
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
I'll gather them all in a crumpled pile and watch as they writhe and convulse beneath the flame. Suddenly, they are gone. It's tragic that I can't do the same.
Elephants and Electricity
I try not to be a Debbie Downer too much, but this site often ends up being my mind-dump, word vomit therapy. Yesterday, I was in the worst of sorts, but remembered that great writers become great by writing constantly, so I wrote two posts but did not publish them because they were so sad/disheartening/not... Continue Reading →