February 2011
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Had I but dreamt,
and in dreaming given myself over to hope, Senses would have told me that my stayed hand spoke softly, and though such messages tell softly, motivations speak without remorse. Cracked joints told broken dreams told brute behaved in brazen manners their days marked. Bookmarked pages open again, and fears rush forth anew in eyes old flames. Flinching fingers twitch and writhe,...
January 2011
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And I am already making things up about you, you know? Dreaming that you will make me wait to kiss you. That you will be every bit as uncatchable in 20 years as you are now.
I am imagining that you are terrible for me in all the right ways. You are reckless, you are a bandit. I want to love you because I don’t need to, I want to love you because you hurt me. You think I am attractive and...
December 2010
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Sunlight lazily slips between cheap metal blinds to the left of the bed where I lay. The clock reads 1:43pm as a tear swells up before making a break for it across the surface of my skin. This was the hot, heavy kind of tear. The tear that reminds you not that you are sad, but that you have tasted defeat at your own hands. The kind of tears that of their own existence, give you reason to cry....
November 2010
3 posts
I am a boy with many opinions, who happens to care about nothing in particular. I am simply a speculator. I like to think about things that make me uncomfortable in hopes that if I do it long enough, I will no longer be uncomfortable with such ideas. And sometimes I forget why I am thinking about them, and I am just uncomfortable with the thoughts that I have.
Recently, I am beginning to realize...
Broken Nose
Loss of balance, bleary eyesight. Things all out of place. My footsteps waiver, and I tumble backwards. I sit down. Blood drains and drips off my chin onto my shirt. Painful shock, I know it hurts but it doesn’t feel that way. I feel sick.
A few close friends tell me I should write. And honestly, I feel better when I do. But I don’t want anyone to know, really, because it makes me worry people won’t like or understand what I have to say. I can’t bring myself to just type out word documents offline, because what’s the point? So I guess the tumblr I don’t really know how to use that none of my friends...
September 2010
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