I have no idea how I don’t sink.
I’ve been awake for almost four days now and this was my facebook status a moment ago, before I realized that if any future employers were to read it, they might dismiss my application for this little excerpt alone. It’s filled with typos and grammatical mistakes, but I’m not about to edit this…
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You suspend me multi-dimension-ally and yes, they are all staring intentionally in your direction… waiting with abated breaths at the mention of me from lips that release air they wish they got to breathe. Lips that are soon coming home… to me.
As much as I can. I am a one man band in a dysfunctional, domestic land.
English Mystery Solved - Except is to expel as accept is to approve.
Genius.
UselessSuperheroAbility#8: Redefining the English language. From every angle.
For my >next> piece,
a dark twist on #TheBirdsAndTheBees… & a #transparentwingedtease.
The writer in me secretly bleeds ink onto everything and there’s a story behind the very air I breathe.
Anonymous asked: Did you write this? It's beautiful, thank you.
Which piece are you referring to? Thank you :)
I’m a spider sitting among a tired web of wires.
>And it’s time to light it all on fire.
The ticks on the clock…
The pictures that shock.
Sweet dreams to the weeds in the sea. Sweet dreams to you…. just not for me.
“And the scent of the smeared blood all over her face evoked fear in all who came near.”
If I should have a daughter, instead of mom, she’s gonna call me “Point B.”
That way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.
And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
That there is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.
My lightbulbs don’t glow, they EXPLODE! Take that.
“I took you home, set you on the glass… pulled off your wings, and then I laughed.” — Deftones (Change [In The House Of Flies])