Your carpet, my canopy. The difference between, not so plain to see. Pure lust and envy overthrow my virtues, collapse my enemies. Yes, those stolen thoughts of lifetimes of triumph and battles fought. And I too will be there soon. To achieve my hopes and dreams, there can be no greater boon.
So on Christmas (btw I hope you all had a great holiday), I came across a picture that made me feel way better about how this year has turned out as far as progress in my writing is concerned anyway. It was a tweet that simply said: And I can't really explain why, but it… Continue reading For Better or Worse
White knuckles as I fall into the middle of the thing I'm most scared of, but I'm too scared to tell you what that is. I'm just a thing that I should not have been, a feature refusing to blend into the backdrop of infinite carelessness. Maybe I don't care about the jitters or those… Continue reading Psycho Astronaut
To continue, I've lost the will. Myself? Afraid I'm not worth it. But still, I go on for those who care. I won't forget those selfless remarks, they haunt me. For whatever reason, no matter how dark it gets they always stop to show me the way. And that's enough. That belief that I'm worth… Continue reading Hold on
See, I've come this far. Far enough to know that looking backward wastes your time, so look to the future, its infinite possibilities or fall prey to repeated memories. It's not too late to hope, not too early to question, but I had forgotten that now I sit in confession and I think of the… Continue reading Flicker
Wait inside my mind in capital sin. Find warmth in stories of bliss of where we've been. And I'll be here, but I never left these solitary walls, wholly bereft of that part of me I forgot a long time ago. Faded like that memory of a February snow on an important day I shouldn't… Continue reading Indigo Lights
Every time I see you it hurts a little less. You show up a lot and yes I'll confess. I'm glad. Not for you, but for me. That I'm getting past this. No longer imagining gruesome things upon my neck or wrist. But how did you cope so easily? Easy, was it so? Like I… Continue reading Tell the Moon I say hello
The magic of memory dreamed on a Monday morning. The kind where you wake up confused yet excited by your esoteric thing. A dream of something so nuanced and tangible. Losing touch with what's real only briefly to reexamine what it means to feel. But how I dare trick myself with a dash of mischief… Continue reading Trick Room
Take me for a fool. I'll see you in a year or something and maybe then I'll be your tool. In the morning too, I'll be here. Whether you're here for me, I'll be here for you.
I sit on the sidelines admiring the clever thoughts of better minds and I try to make a memory using their strides. I've come to find that every move they make is geometric, measured, quantified, and immortalized. Replicated in my words here as I sing the song in my head, I turn the rhyme into… Continue reading Simple Geometry