I am uninspired, just on the verge of tears The white and black of it all, the serenity: Cold marble floors touch a fresh ablution. My mind wanders to a prettier world: Cool. And clean. Cool and clean: interrupted by the stupidity of reality. I can not make it stop. I can not make it […]
i grow older, the fights: they are the same. cut open my cartoid artery with that broken record and let me bleed out an answer because i can’t solve this with my brain. spearmint walk with me, take me to a place of no ambiguity.
It’s the crossing over in your face, the way you (don’t) comb your hair, It’s the fantasy I see; the reality is not there. Nice face. Nice brain. It’s the air that I become, when you look in my direction Your name on the A-list, et al, a bad reflection Brown face. Sensitive to light. Basketball shorts. (sans) Briefs. Wear […]
She has became the vessel I ride to my dreams, “A source once scorned” and dismissed: Is now the object of lurid scrutiny. The cellar door, it tempts me, shines light on an insipid girl. I neither strive towards it, nor vociferously resist. I’m unsure. I am not an enigma. You win.
i’m still too immature to detect manipulation. how many must i go through before i can fully grasp the evil in mankind do i want to? no do i need to? obviously is gaining and retaining knowledge my forte? obviously: no. is self depreciation something honored? only i can decide. does it eat me up inside? […]
tie me up and make me obey eliminate alternatives oblige to me no tasks test me not, nor tempt me let me sleep til Time is passed
sometimes i hold my frailness dear as i think it’s something treasured desired, that weakness. that helplessness that ensures another’s superiority in this way i make myself amiable flawed conclusions: i hurt myself and i hurt others i am a mass of destruction