I don’t know what is going on at night anymore. I can’t even keep things straight. I mean one night it’s cannibals and giant old houses, and the next it’s a hospital. Which, by the way, is now a recurring dream. Well, not the dream, but the hospital, the building, the layout. A friend and [...]
only he knows that she’s made purely of mysterious magenta sparkles and that to her sunny warm days are good, but only next to dark and windy nights most pleasant for an inappropriate walk or two or three… counting stops amounting, numbers are useless, it’s a fine evening to never stop strolling and tiptoeing along [...]
i want to feel you from the inside, let me in. taken back through memories that lead to feelings that lead to moments that lead to you and why you are you, here. words can’t really explain feelings, yet i constantly try to put together little pieces of my brain to give to you like [...]
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.
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 [...]
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 [...]
…brushing snakes from my lips, startled
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 [...]
I visualized it slicing open, like a tiny package opening to reveal it’s lovely contents. The warm blood soothed me, drizzled onto me like syrup on pancakes. And then I felt fuzzy, and I felt hazy, and then I felt the gust of wind shake the house..
suck me into the whites of your eyes where the numbness lies because the idea of tomorrow makes me sick suffocate and if I can’t breathe, feel, I can’t see tomorrow throw dirt over me lay me flat – look to the sky where swollen stars curb swollen needs – that mean nothing