February 2012
i’ll be quiet now. i’ll fade away. communication through repetition. the same signals firing. i’ll be quiet now. i know how to be at ease. i know how to fake it. black cloth. daggers. you’re doing it wrong. where is my san francisco? i just want to be a drone. i don’t want to stand out. i don’t want to be different. i want to be everything i see. i want to be a...
I’m only goth because I can’t be French
i don’t know what the future holds but at least i accept it
it was late on this particular night. i was out looking for my usual kind. in dark alleyways and crummy streets. strictly preying on useless life.
then to the morgue, past the graveyard, i’m heading downtown.
the boulevard lights keep blinding my eyes so i duck into the first place i find…
so full of warmth, so fucking bright, i gotta shield my eyes. i pull the shades from my coat...
“i don’t suppose you have change for a dollar?”
FUCK. how do i get home now? taxi rides across the city, playing ring ‘round the rosie with our fingertips locked. some new lover’s vice. i’m jealous, so i hide it in jokes about mostly nothing, mostly scenery, or some fucked up person in the street…
the taste in my mouth is that of copper like when you...
All I do to expose and hide myself merging into a huge mistake(note to self:hold your tongue).
there is blood on my palm.
i am not made for this world. i’ve chosen my path and my beliefs and i hold to them firmly. i defend them with teeth. my friends are not new, my friends believe in me and in turn i believe in them and in turn i believe in me. the light at the end of the tunnel, it’s true, it’s there, if i want to see it. we are all loved by someone. in my darkest...
i wanted to tell her that suddenly, in her company, i was the happiest i’d been in months. that if there were any one else in the room or on earth i hadn’t noticed. i felt myself smiling, i felt butterflies. i want to tell her how happy she makes me.
but i can’t.
still waiting…
i won’t be a memory. i won’t fade out. i’ll be seeing everyone soon. i’ll be the one in the back. don’t worry, i’m enjoying myself. caught glances. really trying. tell me, can you see further down the river from up on top of your hill? your chin raised high and the golden sun bouncing off your hair. tell me, did you get my calls? my letters? are you taken where...
