just slightly uninspired, and
desperately wanting to create.
Inspire me?


Yesterday.You used to show me your skeleton, the secrets inside of you, your marrow. YouYesterday.
run, you shut your eyes, now. You shut your eyes at the color of the flowers, the leaves, everything is orange. I am gathering
acorns. I am wearing your mask.


Queen BeeEven in my dreams, dear, I am sick of your ghost.Queen Bee
You haunt me when my eyes close, amidst the candy cane trees my mind makes up; You stroll along the sea grass laughing, like a hyena. You grab my hand
And I have to remind myself: this is only a dream, a dream! I scream, I scream. Your laughter is thick as honey now. I can hear the bees.
They swarm, and I think suddenly that I can feel pain in dreams, can you? You are silent, I am under the buzzing wings, floating
Away from you. Your ghost i


ScapegoatWhen the weather turned stormy and bruised, you blamed it on Greek Gods, and twisted it around to myself. I wouldScapegoat
pick at the scratches on my arms, as you picked at my emotional insides; they felt coiled together, in knots. Honestly, I never understood
why you did all of this to me, you were so thoughtless, looking at the sky, telling them you were a
Goddess. I tried, tried to learn to strum my guitar. You told me I could never learn, I was stupid, I was
not made for music. You soiled me in more ways than one. You were not mad


Everyday Ghosts1.Everyday Ghosts
She hid her white Mohawk under a purple umbrella she used to block out the sun. She slid into a bus seat and pressed her blood red colored lips together. She was alive, that was all she could ask for at that moment.
2.
The spiders were starting a family on the ceiling, in the corner. The paint was starting to peel. She moved in, anyway.
She locked up the thoughts of you
in a small safe and hid it under the bed.
She would not cry. Her eyes were bloodshot & empty.
3.  
Birds...II
Sweet Dreams

Living UpFor all the similarities, I am not my father. I've got his face, but I wear a beard to keep a distinction.Living Up
His swaggering walk: I dont have that. I think it came from years at sea. Dont have those either.
A scar; his finger nearly severed in thirty-foot swells of churned ocean. That's why I've never heard play guitar.
I would trade every inch
of unspoiled skin to have his stories.
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