i am imagine
--a sincere crowd who waits patiently for the intermission where there are biscuits and fire hydrants and all my friends have gathered for a feast and there are long-dead aunts and uncles grandparents who cried when they read my suicide poems and they couldn't understand.
why the air was so dark around me.
why are there illusions of death--shadow puppets on the wall making shadow signs of struggle.
this was only a child who had seen the caves
and moon
the cemetery that rested undisturbed on the hill near the river.
it was 6 o' clock when the sun went down.
***
i heart ash
for the absolute horror
it shot in my mouth.
***
my hair grew long and tangled over those months that were a zombie cruise thru the late nights of guitar and anti-psychotics. there was always music. there were tears that would go undiscovered for days when i flipped my mattress and found them hidden in the shoeboxes beneath my bed. beside the poems. beside the mementos.
when i'm 30 and ready for bed, i'll smile now.
crazy summer.
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arrive. unbroken.
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only 18 more days until we are together...
--a sincere crowd who waits patiently for the intermission where there are biscuits and fire hydrants and all my friends have gathered for a feast and there are long-dead aunts and uncles grandparents who cried when they read my suicide poems and they couldn't understand.
why the air was so dark around me.
why are there illusions of death--shadow puppets on the wall making shadow signs of struggle.
this was only a child who had seen the caves
and moon
the cemetery that rested undisturbed on the hill near the river.
it was 6 o' clock when the sun went down.
***
i heart ash
for the absolute horror
it shot in my mouth.
***
my hair grew long and tangled over those months that were a zombie cruise thru the late nights of guitar and anti-psychotics. there was always music. there were tears that would go undiscovered for days when i flipped my mattress and found them hidden in the shoeboxes beneath my bed. beside the poems. beside the mementos.
when i'm 30 and ready for bed, i'll smile now.
crazy summer.
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arrive. unbroken.
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only 18 more days until we are together...
VIEW 21 of 21 COMMENTS
testykitten:
yes- we are both approaching those sort of "milestone" birthdays. whatever. 
bsided:
you should write a screen play, you could make a crazy movie kinda like eternal sunshine or something else very different