at a lossi don't feel i can be eloquent spinning words silken threads weaving a tapestry of dreams of emotionat a loss
i feel i can only be mechanical systematic a goes to b and that's it there's no interchangeability
i feel at a loss for words
who are you?who are you?who are you?
you're different, you've changed you're not the person i remember
you're bawdy, spastic you're not so innocent anymore
you're a whole different person you're not who i fell in love with
liveon all sides bombarded by criticism live a littlelive
it's not my fault for having a set of morals that I adhere to
you fair-haired innocent little maidens shouting at me
devils on my shoulder for underneath the surface you're a writhing mass of black intentions
your motives disguised as altruism when really it's just selfish greed
I can have fun thanks I know how to live thanks
maybe you can just jump off a cliff and let me live
MicroscopicThe microscopic can give us a lot to ponder. It's amazing that life can exist on such a tiny scale. It's amazing that life is able to persevere in the miniscule world. And we view the miracle of life in all things by and small.Microscopic
And yet
it make us ponder our own existence. We don't think of all the bacteria whippng along, thrashing flagella and cilia. So are we all that different? Are we special or just, to some higher power, microscopic?
my life is so hard...oh woe is me my life is so hard and I have it rough. my house stays warm, my fire stays lit, my roof is leak proof in storms. who can live in those conditions? drinking water is at my wasting disposal for as long as I want in the shower and I cannot bear all these lights on in my house. It's too bright. my life is a terror, can you not see? shall I procure more agonizing details? my computer monitor is one year outdated and these socks keep slipping off my heel. I have too many food choices in my pantry to bear to decide what to prepare for dinner. I am weary of my life. my life is so hardmy life is so hard...
it means "true image"jason clips his hair exactly four inches shorter than veronica does. she strains for it to grow. she pushes him into the corner chair, and she breathes raspberry rum into his neck. jason shuts his eyes so that they are all wrinkles, and waits for her to go away. she knows he doesn't want her there. but where else would she go? she's a black widow without a husband, and there's nothing to do but spin someone up in her web.it means "true image"
the tarantella is a song in which ignorant people attempt to dance away poison. if jason could move at all, he would be jerking in three eight time because he's sure that veronica is snatching up his bloodstrea
today is wednesdayhello is an ugly word. it tugs on the crackedtoday is wednesday
corners of my mouth and licks my teeth, coating my tongue with a film tasting of the residue left behind from a bowl of macaroniandcheese. i can feel it resonating in the hollow of my throat like a gag forcing it's way onto the
roof of my mouth and catching between my teeth.
the double el's are the
worse. my tongue sticks, pretending it's saying any other letter. pretending it's any other word.
(hello is the start of something,
you warned.)
20I sing tragedy Like birds in covered cages Oh who was I to hope? My heart cries out to the sky Like marigolds in summertime Oh who was I, who was I20
Your body told me everything While your words kept me blind I thought I was designed To inspire songs you sing
And the world just stood so still While the sky melted away From the heat of all the cigarettes
I smoked over this
And my love for you vibrated in my teeth As I cut a hole in my chest Hoping my soul would rest If I let all the colors of you stream
You pa
| I don't know what to say. I feel like I should say something about The life that I live Or the people I love But it's all too hard. There's no one way to describe me I'm an ever-changing Ever-mutating person. I'm picky about capitalization And yet I don't care so much about details. I think in calculus And yet I have no formula for life. I hate love and the hurt it causes And yet I can't live without it. I guess the only thing I can really say is I'm complicated. |
Just how I'm feeling 
Isolated
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short and stocky, dammit!
I look forward to reading more of your work!
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"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within." - Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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"The best way to a man's heart is to saw straight through his breast plate."
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"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within." - Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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"Now I've been happy lately,
thinking about the good things to come.
And I believe it could be,
something good has begun."
~PEACE TRAIN
You deserve it!
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"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within." - Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within." - Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light within." - Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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