so here you are
five months later and you’re ready you have that feeling the feeling that you’re ready to take on a new challenge “let’s see how this one does!” you say as you walk down the boulevard with what looks like the newest face in your life how about that it’s like you know it’s like you know it’ll stick like glue and none of that preschool safety emlers crap we’re talking heavy duty tried...
there is hope
might not seem like it I know, I’ve been there I’ve been in such a deep and dark place as that you could pour your favorite beverage down my dumb deep dark depression hole and you’d never see it again but things change things happen sometimes hope just shows up like the kid from across the street asking for his ball back like an email from your long lost cousin asking where you’ve been and what...
sometimes I find myself wondering “how is this even possible? how am I able to sit here in my room and cry about a girl just because we happened to spend a good chunk of time together? talking about old rock music and horror movies and how our parents won’t be flexible with our personalities how we’d come home and my mom would say ‘rooms off limits! you’re going to have to get creative.’ how...
Whenever I see you, you never look the same Some days you wear that thin layer of black across your eyes And some days you don’t Some days your lips are glazed with that stunning shade of crimson Other days they’re simply bare, pink and plump and ready to touch someone else who’s lucky enough to gain your favor As hard as that may be Some days you’re wearing a hat...
I assume the worst too much
It consumes me like a ravaging dog who’s found roadkill Like a housecat who’s just been given her daily dose of beautiful processed tuna-look-a-like mush Like the monsters we’d see in old horror movies Like the beasts you’d read about Like the maniacal cannibalistic stranger your parents always tell you about Who kidnaps little children and takes them home Only to be greeted by his...
people are stupid