Tag: writer

the space between

In the space between happiness and hardness, I can find you hiding there. The violence in your head stopping time, but I too, am fucked beyond repair.   In the space between sorrow and sadness, your darkness came to fuse with mine. An introductory of…

ghosts.

a magnet for the emotionless the ghosts, they floated faded and fucked up to a full heart, bloated poltergeists take up space never permanent, only drifting paranormal self destroyers carry the weight, heavy lifting curse of the apparition prepare for the exorcism expel the heart…

alpha and omega.

  I followed your trail – to hunt you down – for as long as I could. I no longer remember the scent of your fur or the taste of you. I felt happiness when my head nuzzled in the crook of your neck….

the feast.

  I don’t desire the buttoned down business bravado at 2:00 PM. I crave the crawling creature that crumbles at 2:00 AM. I don’t long for eternal strolls in the sunshine of spotless minds like other girls. I pray for a slow dance with…

blood teeth.

I am the beast, a wild wolf Steel trap jaw and mighty paws I refuse to be a carcass Bleached bones among white stones I starve protecting a pack of thieves Stay, and die upon these fallen leaves Kick dirt in the air, raise…

landfill heart.

My words Impenetrable to the unfeeling Lay to waste Within the landfill heart Where things go to rot. My hands Empty to the nothing Grip the rope Bound to the landfill heart Where things cling for life. My ears Hear nothing of sentiment Lost…

exposing the negative.

It’s a super bitch – exposing the negative. Expose the negative, destroy the image. The human negatives are parts of yourself you wish weren’t there, the parts you’re afraid for people to see, the parts you don’t want to come into the light. It’s also the…