You Are At The Archives for October 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
It isn't the way we breathe
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Made a memory
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
So I drew a line,
In italics and in an indigo shade,
Into the the area between my eyes,
And for a moment, I became blind.
For a moment I let it linger,
The paint seeped through
My fingers as I pressed my hands against the glass,
Begging to be let out.
But they only stared at me
They only smiled as their eyes grew large and dull,
And within my skull the images depraved me of color,
Too many fingerprints on my window,
I wash them off with my broken paws,
And sleep against the walls,
While they scream my name.
They give me the key from underneath the door,
Only for me to let them in.
The murder of the mind is a curious thing.
Mirror me as I sleep on the floor,
With no clothes at all,
My eyes dry and empty from strain
Press your body against my window so we can feel the same.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Been listening to this song all night: