a practice in dialogue-it wasn't supposed to be this way. -then what way was it supposed to be? -i don't know. -then how do you know this isn't the way it was meant to be. -a feeling. -another vague, undefinable feeling i suppose? -yah, i guess. -and in circles we will run unless you can pin things down a little more concretly. -that's like describing the undescribable. -futile? -yeah. -then what's the point? -that's like asking why are we talking. it doesn't lead anywhere. -or does it? -clever. -thanks. -i wasn't being serious. -i know. but you're so damn easy toa practice in dialogue
another one bites the dustYou won't get this tonight. I know that. I don't know why i'm even writing. Part of me does. Part of me doesn't want to know. It's the same desire and feeling inside when i create. A force pushes me from behind, slowly encouraging, letting me know something needs to be said. Before i go on, know that i've meant every word i said. No matter how i may feel right now, which is a mixture of disappointment, frustration, loneliness and indifference, i'm working on gaining back what you've given me over the last few weeks. i was able to let go. i madeanother one bites the dust
untitledtake hold of my head, my heart; hostages left at your mercy. bring me back to life long enough to survive; having no expectations in the name of self preservation.untitled
still.......
i hold onto the night, dreading
for when the rooster may crow his song; lamenting the need to stir from this embraced dream.
clouds at first light trick and tempt me with false illusions; promises of an unending night. so let the stars be my only light; that i may
cheersIt starts. Another broken promise of things we would never do again. All for the feeling of unfeeling. Holding you close it burns to let you know its there. Cold, hard lines become soft and lose their third dimension. Opening your throat, you feel it wash over you with that familiar blanket of warmth. Time slows into an unrecognizable form before blurring into a blink of an eye. Tactile senses intensify the most before growing numb. You hide your fear and clamber to hold onto reality, when all you want to do is let go. Focus turns into tunnel vicheers
abruptIt's in the way your voice changes timbre from folly to concern, when you know. I could lie and turn away and tell you that everything was alright and you would never believe it, because you know. I always viewed twilight as the death of another day, yet you viewed it as the birth of another night. Capturing each moment infinitely and filing each amethyst instant to memory.abrupt
With your gentleman's tongue and my harlot's cheek we renamed constellations to suit our purposes, and held
conversations under blankets of dusk. I whispered your name just because I liked the way it rolled from my tongue and hu
A Case Study in DramaMy car runs outside the convenience store where Todd works. I’m there to pick up my friend and roommate from the evening shift, but the moment finds him stalled between his ride home and the gritty brick outside of the store. It has become the apparent site chosen by Brandi, our mutual friend who showed up before me, for a verbal showdown between her and Todd.A Case Study in Drama
In a convenience store parking lot. In front of my car. Whose engine is still running.
A miserably cold drizzle softens my view of the two combatants through the windshield as they begin their rounds of gesturing. The ember of a cigarette as it flie
Pocket Beauty
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Scorp-BRH
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Like that made sense.
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I am going to eat your soul
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