April 2012
11 posts
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Banking On "It".
If there was a way I could skip growing processes, I would. I’d choose to forfeit feelings of caution, doubt and confusion and get right to the point. Can’t I just be there instead of journeying to “it?” “It” being whatever enlightenment seems to come with maturity and security. Fuck the tunnel - I want the light. Except… life doesn’t work that...
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Insomniac Letters, pt. 6.
Routinely, I can’t fall asleep. This is just how I am, always have been, always will be. For awhile during these instances I’d write poetry. Fictional letters to sleep, begging to know why she wouldn’t come and how I’d wait - wait always.
But fuck poetry right now (and there go 15 of my followers…).
What I want to do is lull my brain into self defense sleeping....
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Sun Kiss.
The sun’s kiss
means nothing
without
yours.
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I Write in Blood.
I write in blood.
Arteries on paper
and veins surged with words -
words dripping from
primordial thought
and raw skin.
//
I write in blood.
Inner ripped
onto outer
and letters -
letters drained from
places unamed
and thoughts
unfound.
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Moving Stationary
There were places I
thought I’d be.
A person
I thought I’d of been.
There’s an identity
I can’t fit -
a shadow
of a
woman
I see lingering
in the distance
but can’t
yet wear.
Every muscle I move
goes forward
while everything is in place
and there’s no room
to go back.
How I got here
is inconsequential.
It’s how I find her,
...
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The Writing Mistress.
I haven’t been exercising my writing muscle lately. I’ve been letting it sit flaccid and withering to the point where anything I type makes me want to rip my hands off.
It’s days like this I wish I were more simple - days like this I wish I had no drive towards a keyboard.
But the longer those letters sit, unused, the more I ache and feel taken apart. Without words to feel...
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Underneath the Collision
I have seen where the
sky ends.
Covered in gold,
soaking in light
from a place
we’ll never know.
It’s where everything ends
though
it’s about to begin -
one world
on another in
swallowed landscape
and clouds on an edge
you can’t see
until you trace them yourself.
I’ve seen this place,
lying face up underneath
the collision.
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The Way You Fit
The way you fit
is my favorite puzzle.
Legs over ankles
and fingers
intertwined,
the pieces fall
together
with no direction.
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: Stripper Class →
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dangatorium:
By Carly Yansak
I pull down my hood and adjust my sunglasses so they cover any discernible facial feature. I’m at the pharmacy across town so danger of run-ins is low, but I take no chances. I power walk to the counter, ready to get the exchange over with. I find a...
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