constantly i’m thinking of you. in your small box, with colors beaming from your eyes,
like cartoon death rays, that bleed love, and simply, that makes me feel cozy.
Oct
28
Oct
27
I felt something
*prick*
a trickle of blood from my heart, because it all comes from there, you know?
But from a prick should only come a trickle,
and this warm river flowing from my heart wasn’t sincere,
wasn’t a *prick*
but a stab in the very virgin blood of my heart,
no longer on it’s travels inside my shell.
Just stagnant, exposed, and still.
Oct
24
Twice your eyes and twice my words are nothing but crazy and twisted.
And shining there I found 42 little rocks that were perfectly molded to my thumb like I had been infinitely sitting there rubbing the stress away.
And then when I was done the birds came down and took the words off my tongue.
Oct
16
I keep dreaming about bears. They are always climbing trees. Really really high, like at the very top of the tree.
The location is always my parents front yard. Then something involving cars or movable things of some sort always happens…
Like cars racing through the woods, crossing over my parents driveway, going really obnoxiously fast.
Or last night, it was a car, pulled in the driveway and the rear end exploded. Left fire patterns all over the tar. Then these people, who I know,
and are NOT friends with my parents show up, and they pull in, right where the other car blew up, and their car catches on fire.
But they are just hurt. They don’t disappear like the other car. And so in order to get them in,
I have to shuvel all the slush, because it’s apparently snowing now. And then an RV pulls into the yard…