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Apology
I am wrong, and I know I am. In my heart, I know it. I take my frustrations out on innocent bystanders, people who are only trying to do right by me. I’m so frustrated with the people who aren’t in my life and don’t want to be (not just a certain person, but also feeling a lack…
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Heaven Help
There might be a straight man who gets my sense of humor. He’s already assessed that I’m a bit “crazy, no?” He appears amused. This greatly pleases me. So what if he’s in Japan. Amusement knows no bounds.
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Inside
**This is a song by Sting called “Inside.” It’s a great freakin’ song. Inside the doors are sealed to love Inside my heart is sleeping Inside the fingers of my glove Inside the bones of my right hand Inside it’s colder than the stars Inside the dogs are weeping Inside the circus of the…
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Up from the Well (It’s Lonely in Limbo)
It’s lonely in limbo. So I invite you to be restless and unsettled and unkept with me. I’m looking up from the bottom of a well. I can see a shadow of a figure far above. You. You can’t hear me directly. You only hear the echoes of my voice, secondhand, hearing my distortions…
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Untitled, Of Course
If you call you’re just like him If you don’t call you’re just like him If you call but not in a timely manner you’re just like him If you’re tall you’re just like him If you have a decent sense of humor you’re just like him If you are a permanent bachelor you’re just…
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Peace, Reverence, Life
write me an ending fitting for a princess in rags create me a happy ending for a tale of too much sorrow and too many sorries give to me peace give to me reverence give to me life
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Hording Distortions
Never, ever is a distortion Always, forever is a distortion Magnifying is a distortion Minimizing is a distortion Hording hurts is a distortion Denying gifts or pleasure is a distortion Reasoning with my emotions is a distortion I want to die is a distortion I want to live is a distortion all of it all the thoughts…
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All I Have Is This One Note
Sinkng again. I can’t breathe, and I can’t cry. I can despair. I can curl up and die. I can bite my lips until they bleed. I can pull my greasy hair back. I can cocoon. I can make mistakes and freak out. I can take my one note and play it indefinitely. Goddammit.…