

One Word - Collapse.You have taken down the doorsOne Word - Collapse.
and I have unlocked the attic
as you tumble over the threshold
I dance alone.
Tonight I will turn pages in dim light and find myself one board loose of collapse.


i am never an indian giver ...When I make believe I will be with you again that is what helps me pretend I am okay pretend I am almost whole enough to be a watered down version of happy.i am never an indian giver ...
It keeps me sane.
When the thought of my lips never meeting yours again touches my mind
I break down, shut down, dematerialize, decompress I am dead from the scalp down.
What is left is decayed, rotten, unable to function soulfully deceased but physically alive.
And it is painful
grotesque, a body turned inside out, real death too far away to matter now and I am screaming, screaming with no sound, bu


easier then i thought.Boy, You could have been salt air and floor paneling,easier then i thought.
you could have been fingers linked between classroom doors and soft words on flat plains, you could have been ten degrees closer to my soul and a smooth rock closer to my heart you could have been fields of sunflowers and fireflies and the future, you could have been like one million other boys but you are not and you are not here, you are not here, why aren't you here?
But still, You are sunsets and sand between my toes
you are the only reason I watched you play football was to
see your body tense and expand, you a


I don't hate you ...I am long eared and short eyed I can hear you counting the minutes till you leave, in your head with a sort of satisfaction but I somehow miss the grin.I don't hate you ...
You find joy in pulling the long hairs from my head
one day I will be bald and I will find joy in making you look at me in making you lie and call me beautiful.
You're always in my dreams but where you once held me in a neverletgo embrace I now hold you down as I rip the braces from your teeth I like it when you scream.
Babe, I had forgotten I was twisted too long I drew you hearts on napkins &
by *shirotsuki
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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The one thing you don't do enough
Is to stretch beyond your own limits
To pause and move outside yourself
Look at your world from a different perspective
You'll be surprised how much you miss
Just by thinking you miss nothing at all. - Gilad
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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