I got sick, From eating my emotions. It exploded across the sheets. I made this bed, So I guess I’ll sleep. Held down by all these ties. Loyally unable to pledge allegiance to myself. Advertisements
It’s like sex protects me from the intimacy of emotion. It’s like my body was taken from me. I guess I sleep around because it makes me feel in control. I am choosing it this time. We’ll go as far as I say we’ll go. However there’s something about it. A change in perspective. No … More Day 252: sleeping around
I am tearing at my face again. Frustration makes the foundation of my mind. Time suppresses me and ticks away purposeless. I won’t stay here. As I weave my web of lies I wonder how I’ll escape. The moralities of convenience eat away at me. I wish I could I be away from all this. … More Day 251:
In any one instance I am perfectly still, perfectly unfeeling, perfectly non existent. Life is movement, nothing more than a state of change. Maybe that’s why we love to dance. Something that holds all our being but lacks any trace of autobiography. When I dance I feel the lines fuzz between myself and the world … More Day 250: Dancing
To those who wish to die. . Life has a way of becoming so utterly overwhelming. It can feel as though there is so many problems and not enough solutions. Until you find something that just ends everything. Now you’ve made up your mind and no one can talk you out of it. I won’t … More To those who wish to die.
If I lay in melancholy Now I am awake If my heart did ever hurt Now laughter makes it ache For every second I did cry I pay triple with this smile Sorrow held in her grasp I withered in her hold Til joy reached down benevolent hands And I began to grow
The clenching of fists. The gnashing of teeth. My voice is long dead, I am afraid I can’t speak. You are against me, our bodies laid bare. A hand on my back. Your grip on my hair. A sigh and a moan. The subtle surprise. To feel something pressing between both my thigh I smile … More Day 248: