I warn you, the words may be more malignant than beautiful. It’s a story about a boy and his plant, the seed that took so long to spr...
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
you & she (part 1)
Her soul is not a color, but a riotous scene from Hamlet, steeped with tragedy and the sound of bliss. She leaves the room like a gong, ec...
the opposite of lost
he won't say it, but I know he wants to. you can see it when we're kissing. or breathing. making the kind of eye contact only...
when you slam the door.
you use the term best friends but the only best in this friendship is the anxiety that's getting the best of me. the rest of it...
"nothing gold can stay" (frost, 1923)
He keeps his fingers close to backspace keys, ready and willing to deplete and delete as necessary. He keeps his fingers close to bac...
oh.
he drops love words like atom bombs, but his journal's never heard your name. he wrote the book on poker faces, dealing out d...
the flames
you do not deserve these words. you are not worth my writings. you are not worth the knuckle cracks and ever-moving arthritis, th...
you will never read this.
You will never read this. You will never read this, or see this, or smell this, or run your underage hands along this. You wi...
24 scars later
I've got 11:09 tears on my steering wheel. I've got a tight heart pinned to my ribcage, waiting for 17-year-old Me to make an a...
cement
Mama told me to build myself out of cement. Mama told me to paint my walls whatever colors I chose, but to keep painting and keep ...
never break a writer's heart.
Never break a writer's heart. Never break her, never break him, never chip important pieces from their morning-after shoulders. ...
valentine's day 2.0
Pink, like the blanket under my pillow. The cream cheese frosting he would twirl on the white-wood table, 1999, baby hands and bad aim....
it was supposed to be easier than this
I thought music was for healing. I thought they applied it to wounds. Songs weren't supposed to sting, and words weren't su...
cookies
These cookies shouldn't remind me of you. Of you you you you. I get caught screaming your name, but even when my chords are s...
real candles & burning talk
This is for real people. Not the bite-your-tongue-til-it-bleeds kind of people, who dress everything in smiles and nicknames and ...
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