r e m i n d e r s

what will you do when you’re the one found standing over the doled-out crime? do you believe in a second life? did you learn more from your father? did you ever see him cry?

ARE YOUR INSIDES PRETTY TOO?

LIST OF FUTURE TATTOOS

crescent outline (points facing up) on upper right arm
माता behind my left ear or on my left forearm
ram’s head blue morning glory by georgia o’keefe on my right ribs

Gonna hit my empty bong because I have no choice.

severnb:

Love the taste of butane and resin in the evening.

(And here’s to praying I have roaches stashed somewhere.)

i can’t imagine better

cold gusts of racing cars and the drops amongst the hair on my crown
every step compounding to the immediate fleeting series of events
recognition of your frame followed by articles of clothing
and as i feel my face to grin we are images mirrored
that signal yes, we got it right. down to the meek hi or hello or wave
to arms wrapping and hand finding the niche
and our lips colliding, hungry, satiated.

in our costumes, in our masks it all seems so peculiar
when wholly fulfilled having wholly conquered
and my ribcage is that of the perfect size to lay against yours
and your face finds the crook of the neck naked together in bed

to watching you walk away in the distance
swatting the fog in search for air
my god, let me shout it out sweets
you, over there

i think i am hurtling through time

for once a night where i’m
slapped alive- to sleep i must write

sometimes you look at me and i feel i am magic
sometimes simply put we are ultimate

-

and like persian rug carpets please just
weave me
between your limbs but please don’t you
leave me
it’s better if we hide here inside me

new year and i’ve never felt heavier

and what is my resolve?

move the fuck on

this is what happens when you overextend your heart
the strain itself carries a pain too hard to bear
and what am i to do but yearn to involve you
plaster your mind with messages unfair and
irrational.

but with your justification of faults
i ought to formulate mine to be sensational
something like an eye for an eye
fire consolidation

but this time it’s roles reverso and you’re goliath

but i just need to walk away

(Source: thedayimetgod)

dec 7th 2011 moleskine entry

when I’m truly living I’m so
blinded in my substance and
mascara-caked jaded happiness
don’t let fun ever fleet
spurring in recklessness
it always ends in mistakes,
tears, lifestyle renunciations.

a hunger for the micromanagement
of every emotion i feel
and action i take
and yet, reform, success story
I’ve never felt sicker in my life
so numb I’ll stare and make the walls melt
sit in quiet worry 45 minutes a night
but I don’t think insistency could
really make me feel quite this manic
the functioning member of society
always stands as a facade
I don’t enjoy forseeing prophecies
(as for I, they always come true)
but one day I - like the weasel

I’ll pop
staining everything black

why do I feel I have to be sorry?
I think my mind is weak.

living here reminds me of how apart
and unalike I am in regards to
other people
it’s discouraging

I think I love you because we’re
both secrets, twin boxes of Pandora
(we know how dark it can get)

my sense of morbidity is I feel
increasing, or I’m just noticing it
more. sometimes I recognize
I’m a melodramatic fuckhead but
sometimes heaviness is all too over-
bearing and the weight just scares me
paralyzes me

on / off chances sometimes I feel as if
I am floating - and time is slow
the lidded brain static turns
serene periwinkle - I forget it all

and I smile to grow sad.

(Source: thedayimetgod)

dec 6th 2011 moleskine entry, originally written in ultra fine blue ballpoint cursive

and to think on a silent night and violet sky so deafening
a mind’s workings can be so violent, so volatile
within the formulaic brain noise again, it’s this
it’s always this

if days of dull and suffocating nights for weeks
means just one hit of your smile, I’m
wholly satisfied
but yet to lie to yourself is
extreme and unwise, hell
i’ve never been wise but

your eyes.

I am in love with some entities
so help me God, and help them
and maybe I’d articulate it
if things were different

but stay in line, friend
don’t waste your time, friend
you won’t have to cry again

how through process and pattern
you can see and feel again
don’t waste your time again
lie to yourself again

I don’t think I’ve ever seen straight

cept

nevermind i’ll find what i’m looking for
oh what to me could be better
leave what past we had behind but

something in my mind is telling me
you’ll be hard to forget

(Source: thedayimetgod)