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 Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
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...
cigarettes & diamonds
I never wanted to be a sinner, but I never fit like a saint. My edges are hard like rock and cold like ice that never melts. I hear t...
requiem to sad history.
You don't listen until your eyes do. You're analyzing paper words and wire lines but you aren't listening until it's...
six feet
We are six seconds from breaking. We are six too many holes in our ribcages, carved like six-foot-deep pieces of Earth, shuddering as...
for girls with quiet lovers
you are his remote. his change-the-channel device, eating batteries to stay alive. you call yourself his right hand, but he misto...
depression.
you are on empty. you are on nothing. you are on zero. you run on the dry leftover energy from the corners of your bones. your sc...
tragedy, I can't explain it.
you want words to matter. you want veins to be open to nothing but new suggestions and scissors to be softer than hands but the wor...
for teenage girls
every time I pace the hospital floors they up the dosage on an empty bottle. you ask for extra smalls and 00's and they burn y...
f______ & forget
you served apologies on a silver platter but some refuse to taste your sorry's. your words are on the table, though and anyone...
after hours
you had me 40 minutes past midnight on a long stretch of road that I wanted to become 60 minutes past and 100 minutes past and forever...
Letter to T:
You found me on the bleachers because of a song we both liked. You found me on the bleachers because God waved you over with my fingert...
drafts from January.
"He didn't want me but he didn't want me to forget him." pleasefindmehere This is for you and your jeans, the l...
things i'll miss (genuinely)
My 12 year old brother loves Simon & Garfunkle and my parents are getting a dog 2 weeks before I move out, even though my mom's...
the anthem of the empty
My mother yells at me for things I already hate about myself. (And I'm not depressed but I remember it.) The GPA is slipping ...
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