Violently broken
You flew right in
Out of nowhere
Out of everything
I wanted, not this
Yet here we are
Where no one
Can touch us
Tag Archives: Poetry
Lucky
My whole life
I have faced in the
Blink of an eye
A lash on the cheek
Blown away
By a chilly breeze
Another Day
Last night I was
Sure I'd die
To not see the
Next day, leaving
Everyone who's
Dear to me
Behind, but
This morning
I woke up
Discourse
Catch my fleets
Before floating off
Force'm down
A big swig
I'm not here
Anymore, don't want
To set off on this
Course, coarse as
I am already
Another turn another
Life to end
Soot
Mouse me
Douse me
Hold me close
To the fire
I won't mind
I will know
Your purpose
And my heart
Will char
Jump
i need to get out
of this bone prison,
step away from what
life brings before me,
break through these
flesh fences, thrash
everything i hold dear,
the decay in my veins,
that spreading of the
wretched fever,
time to make a go of
it, once more
Blue Moon

once i turn off the tv
at night
and the silence
just hits me
i notice that it's
freeing
so soothing
the buzzing in my ears
blood pumping
pipes hissing
a faraway motorcycle growling angrily
the screaming of a train in agony
i can hear now
those hidden sounds
deep inside of me
stories
only for me
my life
for me
and me to share
Hunter
let me catch them on their careless thoughts thought carelessly, until i can flash my light flush them out and smack them over the head, wielding my mighty words on which i step in save the day and just crush them crush them dead in the eye of their followers
Out There
Why I’ve Started Writing Naked – I think Robert Cormack needs to pay his energy bill — he keeps coming back to being cold when he is naked and how that is supposed to help him write better.
Haruki Murakami’s Five Favorite Books – According to Alfred Birnbaum, one of Haruki Murakami’s English translators, Haruki Murakami is “an American writer who happens to write in Japanese.” If I were Haruki Murakami, I would fire Birnbaum on the spot. Anyway, apparently these are some books that inspired Haruki Murakami.
The Presence Prison – How to work asynchronously and how presence can fuck up your flow. You can’t stay ‘Away’ for too long, now can you?
Your attention didn’t collapse. It was stolen – We are losing the ability to be present. Of course it depends on who you hang out with, but I definitely see it around me.
Holding my Breath – Jonathan Becket is struggling with not blogging — and blogging about it.
Mind Over Matter
i don't think i like my scary body it has a mind of its own and my opinion on matters of health are of no consequence as far as that asshole is concerned i could just fuck off and die