I think I just need a change of pace, she confesses, swallowing hard, With an air of assurance. Her bra strap is always falling off her shoulder, mimicking her own fear of commitment to staying in one place, for too long. Her eyes are downcast, but her spirits are temporarily lifted. She twirls honesty around… Continue reading Conversation with Self
I am your enigmatic sorcerer, Loftily perched upon my ivory tower, Ceaselessly lost in a tangled web of Philosophical ponderings. Gleaming down, are my rays of brilliance, Illuminating your placid footsteps. My aura tantalizes your shrewd senses. My transparent lullabies galvanize your motivations. Your tongue is as sharp as my sensibilities, Your reveries as elusive… Continue reading Untitled
I feel like I have a sickness inside of me From all of the hands that have touched me. It takes root and buries its origins into my genes. Souls that I never loved took up space inside of me Only to leave me drowning in lungs full of regret. Their sickness lays dormant in… Continue reading Disguist
My counselor cannot view the video that I play over and over again in my head, with me. There is no vacant seat for her to occupy. No audience to make an appearance. She cannot play the role of spectator witnessing the disturbing film stuck on repeat, that echoes tirelessly through the hollow cooridors of… Continue reading Shrinks have been in my life for 15 years so I guess you can say we have a relationship.
Sure, you can take the route of what is expected of you. I’m referring to the path that has already been carved into the woodwork by the duplicitous hands of the bureaucrats, cajoling you into eating their persuasive slogans like a big, fat, juicy cheeseburger. It will certainly fill your belly and saturate your veins… Continue reading Vehicle to success.
We lean our backs against the bare wall, while we sit in bed, using this piece of furniture against the inteneded use. No headboard supports our spines, but rather two pillows with stained cases stand in to do the job. We eat our food off of an object designed for feet, as lounging sneaks into… Continue reading Furniture.
There may have been hundreds of planets, myriad societies Once thriving with life, That had been completely destroyed Annihilating every ounce of biology, And metamorphising into vapid wastelands. Everything is temporary, And yet in the face of potential world annihilation, Our ignorance and exageration of importance and superiority That make us believe we are impervious… Continue reading 8.20