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I like to think of myself as a sketch, but i know i am more like a mirage. Instead of bold, dark strokes, i am shivering, shifting lines of..

do you sink into the ceiling when you feel like a weightless nothing? i gaze at the grass and hide my eyes in the green. i'm a painter who rips t..

i went to a w***e in bora bora asked her my name, gave her some cash and sent her to jive on the island at night I never saw her again She..

Turn up the silence, tread the water up to me. do you see the silver screen's gold? Tiny nuggets in the words. mY SUBJECT is myself. My devo..

the taste of your memory is bitter, like the way his lips are bitter, like the way this winter is bitter. mother placed a chest at the end of my b..

asleep in a spoon

Don't i wish i was tiny and small, that i could fit in the palm of you hand. curls down my shoulders, waterfalls you may bathe in. i hate taking ..

i want to carve away my flesh and see the bones he has to love me or else i will disappear. light and air. the cold is pentrating, chills rattle ..

like endlessness doubled over, a human history of passerbys. i can't quite get at the center, nor can you or anyone else become the better. leave..

the lovers they sway delicate in harsh bony times. deep breaths and the strech of tangled limbs, your skin cast white in the afternoon rays. the l..