Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Letting Go

It went in and out like a needle to a rip in a blouse. Slowly going in, quickly coming out. Burning. A stinging feeling of satisfaction creeping up and intertwining with the particles. A glutton, here no more. And he thought she was beautiful. Beautiful enough to save from the dangers of the world. But he was too late. Her desire for freedom surpassed the height of the mast she wished to throw herself upon. And it was then the world was square. Corners touching the endless skies and centerfolds of darkened eyes. Trust me on this one. Skinny never tasted this good.


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

This one's for you.

It's such a wild, desirable feeling that creeps and crawls through the crevices of want. It's the unattainable feeling of wanting less, but more. So much more. It's quality vs. quantity, and my thirst for the physicality's win. Every. Time. It has nothing to do with the outside world. No. But much less. The faces of awe-induced satisfaction are what bring me to this place of longevity. For I long to accept the facts behind the deceits. This one's for you.

And my longing.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Friday, March 2, 2012

That was then. This is now.

I'm 20 pushing 90. I've lost my hero.
I've been chasing the same clouds, throughout the same skies.
It's not always easy and I keep calling out for some kind of answer.
I'm passing the same lines over and over.
It's something I can't take. My world is falling down.
I miss my hero.

-written by me: 2006





I'm 25 pushing 18. I've found my hero.
I'm chasing the same clouds throughout the same skies.
It's still not always easy and I keep calling out for some kind of answer.
I'm passing the same lines over and over. 
It's something I can take. My world has been lifted up.
I love my hero.

-written by me: 2012