all the colors of the Moon   bluish, blackish, blue: in the eyes of a heart fractured and aching with the turn of a strange machine.   rise on a pillar of sand stardust sweeps by Your bruised face Your lip, cut by the jagged edge of a local supernova.   “hi”   my rib […]

i am afraid of holes. i googled what that meant, but She just looked at me with sad eyes.   “why do you wanna know?”   oh. that’s okay. my ligaments didn’t matter anyway. my muscles were temporary! (they grow back, you know.)   “naivete is a diagnosable condition” She said “you’re going to need

If I were to weigh the scales would you come closer? just a little? If I weighed them in your favor gave you the power Or would you stay where you are there gently complacent placid patient You always are   If I gave you my name what would it amount to against yours against

MADNESS faded backs away slumps to the ground   stares shakes   I can’t   I know. It’s wrong. we shouldn’t be here.   we are.   terrible scene,   It’s like stories, really mattered darkness danger you didn’t want to be happy?   the world the way bad had happened?   (CONTINUED)   We

Let me set the scene for you: I was 15 and we were on the way to the airport. It was all fun and games till he turns around and says, “You just be and great things will happen to you”. I’ll never forget those words for I knew he wasn’t lying. My father, to

Let the bells toll, let the streets clear, Let the leaves fall as we shed tears. For the magician’s lost his magic, And he now lives in fear.   If only you could see him in his glory days, For he could’ve made you levitate. And yes, he’s tried to meditate Yet all he could