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...
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....
The sun’s kiss means nothing without yours.
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.
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, ...
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...
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.
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.
: Stripper Class →
Aye followers. I’m sure a lot of you found me via Dangatorium, but if not - check it, follow it and enjoy! :) 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...