You’re murdering my insides, bitch
So come over
And scratch my itch.
February 27, 2013
Memo 18
February 27, 2013
Memo 17
When the black fills my eyes like black ink
Black penetrates the deepest parts of me
When black is the only thing I can see
I can see the darkest parts of me
Black is the nothing I connect to
When connection is the only option im left to
Black is knowing I am on my own
Black is the definition of alone
Black fills my eyes deeper than anything
Black is the absence of everything
June 24, 2011
memo16
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Ive never loved you like I love you
ive never needed you like I need you
Ive painted so many pictures of us in my head
Ive held on to memories like a child holds a hand.
April 14, 2011
memo15
Silent
not asking questions
not taking answers.
Not holding closer,
not a tiny dancer.
Pathways
Walking slowly
Pass through
indirectly
holding.
withholding
nothing.
in fact more than nothing
powerless.
in effect
powerful.
Cant decide
indecisive
inconclusive
illusive
pathways
nothing more
nothing less,
nothing less
than powerless
answering your call
picking up
letting go
my train of thought
my ego
April 13, 2011
memo14
A sound escapes
A needle breaks
A belly aches
Make a mistake
Make a mistake
Make a mistake
A big mistake
Is hard to take
An echo passes through the hall
loud enough to fool them all
ears perk up, eyes open wide
Quiet like mass suicide
April 13, 2011
memo13
Perched from an architects perspective.
Alive enough to see whats left inside.
I wont bother to adjust my vision.
The truth has no place to hide.
Its cold here.
like skin
with no blood within.
its dark here.
dark enough
to bare diamonds in the rough.
March 27, 2011
March 27, 2011
Memo11
My eyes in my head
rolling back once again
as your touch presents warmth
and we melt.
And not one thing ive ever been told
Neither the beginning nor the end of the world
Right and wrong dont translate
Never tempted to hesitate.
The moment your breath is on my neck
The familiar feeling coming back
Its always coming back.
March 27, 2011
memo10
Missing a feeling.
Missing the beginning
Cant see the end
Cant find that feeling
why pretend?
Dancing down this road again
Its bliss as your filling something in.
Lets get lost in carelessness,
Get lost.
June 23, 2010
memo8
tell me a story something gory im horny for my own glory
tell me something happy that happened haphazardly
i cant pretend to contend or offend that often im off then
everyone is waiting to take stake its for the taking
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