The wind caresses my skin
In ways you never did.
An Unfocussed Lens To Loss
Thursday, 12 June 2014 Comments Off
The fence is too high.
And I won't say who built it,
But they did so with unlit matches
Hidden under the tar.
Shredder
Wednesday, 28 May 2014 Comments Off
this stream of consciousness
where i write for the sake of writing
i just need to post something man
i want to be free
nothing is going to hold me down
i refuse to be controlled
no one will have their hold on me
i dont want them to
but
no forget it
it is so important to me that i am my own person
my body aches because i need freedom
like i need air
and its crazy that i put so much emphasis on being free
because everyone needs to depend on people sometimes
but i wont have any of it
god i want to rip something in half
im too frustrated
i just want to rip the world apart
this is probably because of my inferiority complex
but hey ill admit that im both a sadist and a masochist
they're really two sides of the same coin
this whole 'freedom' thing must be so weird coming from me because i try so hard to be controlled
in my speech, in my persona, in my walk.
i suppose the real question is which came first
did my 'poised' person cause a desire to express
or is it because of my desire to express that i control myself to rein it in
i dont even want to rein it in i just want to hide it
like my paradoxical ring
i shouldn't post this
itll decrease the quality of my writing
but i should post something
Today
Tuesday, 11 February 2014 Comments Off
I want to kiss you,
And whisper words too few
And become someone new
With you.
And whisper words too few
And become someone new
With you.
Dearest Brother
Wednesday, 29 January 2014 Comments Off
The shower's still running beside us, and the stray droplets make me flinch.
"Why so hot?"
He moves his hand under the stream, unaffected.
"I like to practice burning in hell."
"Mother wanted you to stop thinking like that."
I shiver as he runs a finger down my arm.
"Mother won't know."
That's right, she won't.
Mother doesn't know anything.
"Why so hot?"
He moves his hand under the stream, unaffected.
"I like to practice burning in hell."
"Mother wanted you to stop thinking like that."
I shiver as he runs a finger down my arm.
"Mother won't know."
That's right, she won't.
Mother doesn't know anything.
A Homecoming Song from Ayortha
Wednesday, 15 January 2014 Comments Off
"Oak, granite,
Lilies by the road,
Remember me?
I remember you.
Clouds brushing
Clover hills,
Remember me?
I remember you.
Sister, child,
Grown tall,
Remember me?
I remember you."
By Gail Carson Levine