immunity/deception

Passive aggressive, a little possessive, but you’re too cute, too sweet and everyone treats you so mean. So when my dear friend accused you of r@%e, I had no choice but to scoff and wave the accusations away, because what mean thing could a boy with a baby face, chipmunk cheeks, and a knee brace…

memory

“According to a recent study, just as you can’t step in the same river twice, your memories are changed by the act of recalling them, meaning that every memory we have is colored by the times we’ve recollected it before… recalling a memory more often makes that memory less accurate, and that every time you take…

Fraud

antithesis piece to this ~ I’m a fraud in my own skin I’m afraid of my own skin I’m afraid they don’t like me I’m afraid I don’t like me I look out the window And I see my body flying high over the rooftops “Wish you weren’t so silly Wish you were as pretty…

Warning Cry | Song/Poem

Made a hell inside my mind and I’m keeping you out for your sake baby Made a mind for my mind so when you try to find me I’m hidden deep inside Don’t you tell me how to feel about myself today Don’t you tell me that I’m good, I made up my mind anyway…

Missing Mornings Reprise | Poem

I go to bed at night and sleep until the afternoon Always missing the sun when it’s birthed and new I keep sleeping through the day and I’m yearning for more I’m missing mornings I’m missing time in gaps and spaces My life is a blip, memories getting shipped away to another galaxy– I’m missing…

mind movie | poem

I play a song from my least favorite album of yours and start to drift until my lips are numb Until I’m in a new dimension, my consciousness feeding the life force of bodies and pretty flesh creatures Exploring every facet of their potential crafting every kiss I won’t get to avoid (This chorus tastes…

job.

you don’t remember waking up. you don’t remember walking here. office could be a manifestation of your mind’s loneliest desire, you wouldn’t care. you have a job to do, the job is work. you walk the halls, the halls are barren and swollen with your thoughts, occasionally you hear the distant voice. you give it…

Saturday Storm | Poem

Raindrops sound like knives leaves pile up and worms wriggle free, thrive, in the storm I sleep, I survive ~Sammicakes

Missing Mornings | Poem

Stainless steel left a stain on my skin Not sure where the pain stops and my body begins Oh, please, please let me in seeing you again–you’re a friend Now I won’t ever get to get you and I don’t think I will ever get you But that don’t mean I won’t ever miss you…

Lobster of Economy | Saturday Thoughts

I was once so enchanted by the products of this structure and the values it rested upon its pristine white pillars, but these years of thoughtful reflection (even in an era where I benefit from it greatly) have left me disillusioned. The Lobster There was an ugly town that was made up of the most…