You asked me if I would buy it. I would. I will. I would. You ask'd if I would draw it, Cap-sure it. I would. I will. I have. Your smile makes gods weep. Your s-mile makes sucks weak. - Hey, everyone. I think I am back.
He's so far away So far.. he might as well be God. Apparently ubiquitous, but demonstrably aloof and nebulous. What the fuck do you want? Do you even want? Are you even in there? Are you even here? As you sit across the kitchen table behind the Sunday Times newspaper (stop sipping the coffee like … Continue reading Inner Monologue
Brawling vet. Sweat, breath, blood, Bear the placenta. Oh, sunken eye, hard cheeks and rugged jaws. Grow pain, Pensive lines and darkening dimples. The road slams at you and all the ways scatter - fizzzle sparkle - into the ether, From whence you came, The sister to that which made you undone.
Depleted, I can't give more than I have given. Can't be anymore than what I am given. Wasting limbs and sore thoughts, Encroaching demands and taxing expectations. Spending on that which never pays. Working on that which yields nothing. And somehow I'm told this the way things. Hi everyone. I just want to tell you … Continue reading Deplete
Rooted, Facing forward, growing backwards. Clockwise hunger From the gaping mouth. Of the blackening light and the veering soul. Concussed conscience. All the shimmering and whispering of a smouldering home and scything teeth. And there you watch as my skin melts into its pores.
Feed me my cracked heart I scoffed the soot, I drank it all Churned it all. Burned like ash, Breathed like earth, Cracked like hearth. Peeling. Hollow. Find me, A sharpened knife A daggered grave, An endless grief. Straining. Hollow.
The guy sat next to her on the bus. The journey ahead was long, 12 hours overnight. He took out his phone and googled "How to speak to a hot girl", after a quick glance at the search results he added "on the road". Glossed over the results again, erased the last three words and … Continue reading Bus
Not everything should make you happy. Not everything should make sense. Not everything has a point. Not everything should make you happy. Not everything should make you happy. Not everything should make you happy. ...make you happy, ...make you happy. ...make you happy. And that's fine.
On the fifth day of the great binge I looked at myself in the mirror. I had just woken up, late in the afternoon. Dishevelled face, bags under the eyes, splitting headache,messy hair, aching muscles, a twitching brain and wobbling joints - not mentioning how bloated I felt, the abdominal aches and the fluttering in … Continue reading Shear
When we went see my mother at the hospital she was very sick. They had just amputated her leg. She had lost tremendous weight. Her skin clung to her bones, her hair was frazzled and her eyes sunk into her skull. We were distraught by just how frail she looked. But my mother was still … Continue reading Mother