Reading is a painful pastime because you never have anything to show for it. You can spend days pouring over serial killer manifestos and not deep novels but in The End its just images in your head. Images you will soon forget, leaving you nothing at all. And isn't that why we focus on outward … Continue reading Reasons you don’t trust your English teacher
In sixth grade I heard someone say “why don’t all the lonely people in the world just become friends with all the other lonely people and then no one will be lonely anymore” and I felt tempted to tell the person to go fuck themselves. Because there’s usually a reason why lonely people are lonely … Continue reading Beggars can’t be choosers
Life would be so much easier If our spines were hinges So instead of slouching over and slanting my shoulders inward I could just snap them together Shoulder to shoulder Kneecap to kneecap We could stand. Because really humans are just too broad Too much surface area to cover with folded arms Baring all … Continue reading Unhinged
Any moment someone will walk around the corner to unzip my bodybag of skin and give me an identity I hope it’s my dad because although he may stumble a bit, getting confused because words like daughter sound a lot like doctor, he’ll be better than my mom My mom who closed her eyes when … Continue reading Wasting Away
Bite sized recordings of life sized tragedies. Like the misery of a sixteen year old Trapped, trying to help a world he's too good for But then, an ice age. Time doesn't slow down, time has no empathy, time doesn't pity those who it destroys So time goes barreling on. A … Continue reading Frozen in Time
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I scream You scream We all Scream for ICE CREAM An anorexic's nightmare is a bulimic's day dream the subject of my lucid fantasy Comforts the divorcee who was never married but destroys the fiance who never will be and they all scream the way I scream at the nauseating taste of fingers still icy … Continue reading I Scream