Samskeyti
Winter is your favorite time
of year. You say it’s because everything’s clean. I say the only reason it’s
clean is because everything is dead.
I hate
god don't bless mess
You spend your life making time to waste time
Life blurring by
You, spending hours playing virtual pool
And listening to Band of Horses
It’s
don't know much about anything
I cry on the ground
My head face down.
I am his.
I am his
But he is not here with me.
Waiting for the rain
are you consciously cautious of what you're doing?
Keys at your tips.
Music in your ears.
Weaving a tale,
Of all your fears.
Fretful on the fret board.
Teasing to please.
Slutty boys.
Lots of trees
Skin gets pale,
Fat drips off.
You
The Ocean Breathes Salty
Below us the electric lights blink and turn, as Mira swings
back and fourth, her curly blonde hair frizzing. Her hands are wrapped tightly
around the metal
there are some things you can hide
There’s
innocence bound to her wrists,
And
pride stamped on her forehead
She
thinks a lot
Must
be dreaming about something
She
likes to keep quiet
Unless
she’s talking to herself
She
takes each day
Despite
her drawbacks
And
presses on
Like
no one’s
The Pros and Cons of Passive Aggressive Tendencies in an (Im)Perfect World
I am an emotional time bomb. Tick, tick ticking down to
explosion. Until I blow a fuse and cause epic destruction.
This is why it makes it








