Pressure in my head,
You're a phanton-ghost from my past,
Beautiful? I wonder...
Trading places and now Hannah's dead
But here you are
Who do you claim to be?
I can't think,
Not with you in my head,
There's no room for anything else,
I hope you're real,
I need you to be real,
I need you,
Will you vanish in a cloud if I try to touch you?
I couldn't bear that...
Losing the one good thing that survived HIM.
Ring On Your Finger by ripples-in-a-lake, literature
Literature
Ring On Your Finger
I remember...
Those hands in mine
Those eyes locked on mine
Oh how we couldn't look away
Afraid that we'd lose each other
If we looked away for just a moment
These black [w] holes that hide behind our eyes
Would swallow us [w] hole-
Pressure in my head,
You're a phanton-ghost from my past,
Beautiful? I wonder...
Trading places and now Hannah's dead
But here you are
Who do you claim to be?
I can't think,
Not with you in my head,
There's no room for anything else,
I hope you're real,
I need you to be real,
I need you,
Will you vanish in a cloud if I try to touch you?
I couldn't bear that...
Losing the one good thing that survived HIM.
Ring On Your Finger by ripples-in-a-lake, literature
Literature
Ring On Your Finger
I remember...
Those hands in mine
Those eyes locked on mine
Oh how we couldn't look away
Afraid that we'd lose each other
If we looked away for just a moment
These black [w] holes that hide behind our eyes
Would swallow us [w] hole-
I.
Taste of alcohol
Sweet smoke
In my stomach
Maybe I just
Need something
Solid
To hold onto
II.
Don't you get
That I am a little
Broken
And you are a
Little
Suffocating
III.
Maybe this
Will find you
Maybe it won't
I'm never quite
Sure which way
The world turns
There is
Something
About words
That when
Arranged
In this
Fashion
Causes them
To appear
More honest
More earnest
More authentic
Than they
Otherwise
Would be
Maybe This Means Something, by my-black-rose, literature
Literature
Maybe This Means Something,
Dear lover,
Don't forget to
Tie a string
To the bottom
Of a soup can
So I can call
You from sea.
Because
I am building a boat
Out of paper
And goodbye letters.
I plan to leave
Tomorrow
And sail across
The murky waters
Of memory.
Leave the Punctuation at the Door. by my-black-rose, literature
Literature
Leave the Punctuation at the Door.
Sometimes
There is no
Need to breathe
When I am a
Contradiction
And I can
Lie without
Batting an
Eye
But I promise
I will
Always tell
The truth
I think
The rain is perfect
For conversation
Because there is a
Stillness in
The air
Trembling
You can hear
My deceit
And I can hear
The clicking in
Your brain
I survive, I surely don't live, I do enough to get by, I don't want perfection, I surely don't push, For anything more than I have, I'm content not living up, To your impossible standards, Go fuck yourself, If that's allowed in your box.
So I started this with the initial idea of doing updates everyday. That is clearly shot in the ass. Another unachievable goal. I'm full of them.
I'm full of a lot of things.
Oceans running black-no longer reflecting light from the stars.
Look into the midnight sky-anything missing?
I sold my soul to the gods-for this one petty gift.
I'm down on one knee for you-doesn't this ring outshine all things except my love for you?
All I need is to be able to write... And I'll be fine.
There are multiple installments to this, and they will be separated accordingly.
I woke up and went a full six hours before caving in and puffing down my first cigarette of the day, I had breakfast which is unusual but I think I am going to try to keep that going. It seems to be a good way to start the day, and I don't eat enough as it is.
After smoking that cancer stick I got really pissed off at myself, and wanted to completely abandon this entire project seeing as I failed in the smallest capacity and why wouldn't I just cave on everything else as well? Depressed.
I spent most of the day alone as I had nothing to do, and Bill and ma wer
So I'm going to be doing a Journal style self documentary type thing. Over the next month (if not longer depending on how I feel and how things progress) I am going to break my eight year addiction to cigarettes starting tomorrow morning when I wake up. I would start today, but I had one this morning so that's shot in the ass. I am also taking this as an opportunity to go sober and do some serious work on improving my health and general condition. Now when I say go sober I mean I'm going to quit doing everything which means marijuana, alcohol, LSD (LySergicacidDiethylamide), MDMA (MethylDioxyMethamphetamine), cocaine, heroin, MXE (MethoXEtami