January 31, 2018September 22, 2018

Except for this Knife

"They say that time heals all, then why is the second hand cutting me? Reminding me of all the times your hand was in mine and my second hand was only killing time. The closer to death, the closer to life and my second hand was always empty except for this knife." I know what I wield and I know all the words that wield me. Carrying and begging me to take the time that others kill so cowardly. When people say "killing time" it always implies that it is a waste. I'd like to take control of the clock......

January 24, 2018September 20, 2018

Hard to Breathe

“I find it hard to breathe in this world knowing that I am from another. Time and time again, my thoughts born from sin, yet I’ve never had any other.” I’m running low on oxygen, but never on words. My breathing slows. Am I preserving or struggling? If I can find the words to explain...

January 16, 2018September 7, 2018

Weaker, Bleaker

“Without explanation, without warning the days grow colder, longer. They say these are the moments that will make me better, stronger. Such an unconscious statement by a mind that has never been honest. I have the heart to say when I felt weaker, bleaker and those were my fondest.” There is something hidden deep within...

January 3, 2018September 18, 2018

Cradle Your Fall

“I hope my words cradle your fall. You’re sitting in my ribs, writing on my breathing walls. I feel you move, my throat’s a hall. I’m not sure that it’s meaningless, I’m not sure that it’s meaningful.” Your tears rolled down your face without expression, so I handed you some scar tissue to absorb this...

December 22, 2017October 3, 2018

The Weight of My Tongue

“You may have loved me enough to crush my lungs, but you could never handle the weight of my tongue. My words will weigh you down, but I still have a way with you, even now.” Even in death, I may be removed, but never remissed. The only break I was successful in was in...

December 14, 2017September 7, 2018

Devour You Beneath the Stars

“We’ll make the universe a voyeur as I devour you beneath the stars.” As my hunger grew through the last few years, I practiced the art of starving. Suffering for my work is something that I have grown quite comfortable with and has become a mandatory ritual of sorts. Something that many will misunderstand and...

December 8, 2017September 7, 2018

Too Many Scars

“If all that we are is too many scars, can we stack them until we touch?” I’m not sure if I want to touch your pain or make you hurt. I’m also not sure if there is a difference, but the scars you have painted me with are stacking. Stacking in a way that they...

December 6, 2017October 4, 2018

So Much Depth

“I have so much depth you’d likely drown.” So caught up in the meaningless and insignificant aspects of life that when you come up for air there won’t be any left. Reach for my hand, but as you grip it, you will feel that I won’t do the same. The water that you’re in is...

December 3, 2017September 7, 2018

Despise the Sun

“I really do despise the sun, but I would follow you into it.” Words muttered to a person that may not remember, but that’s not important. I’d say them again and again and introduce them to all of your personalities. The emotion lingers and the wind whimpers. Peace and chaos wrapped around each other so...

December 1, 2017September 7, 2018

So Heavenless and Far

“A warning written in the stars, so heavenless and far. My heart wanted you there, but my mind never really cared.” I write almost every day and over the past few years I have kept a lot of it to myself. I am getting to a place where that will completely change. This is the...

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