Through A Dead Girls Eyes

…Only the dead have seen the end of war. (Plato) Or so they say. There was always dust. Dust in my eyes, my hair, and my breath. Everywhere was dusty so I stopped trying to clean the windows everyday. We didn’t go out much; we usually just stay at home and listen to death on the box machine. Schools were out. The park wasn’t a park anymore, it smelled of burned childhood. We had soups that did...

Love, God and Infinity

White black and brown mountains, Blue white and grey skies There must be a God There has to be As the beautiful flakes fell, I took several scoops and pressed them to my face It was divine Maybe this is how to feel God Or in the stars If i stared hard enough Maybe i could see a face Love is God and my love for him is Godly His hands pressed to my face Maybe, Just maybe if i pressed them hard enough I...

My Kind of People

I found a perfect description of my relationship with the world. Do not be surprised when you see me just falling in love with people just for being intelligent (i do that all the time): "i actually feed on intelligence i love it when people know a lot about a lot of things about music, films, religion, beliefs, history i love listening to peoples opinions  i love big words i want to suck...

For us with thirsty hands

It's 8am On a cold saturday morning And i wonder if you think of me. As the sun rose Did i rise in your mind? It's so bright out here I wonder if it's bright where you are it reminds me of how bright your eyes are And how you words soften my bones Makes me feel light Do you think of my eyes? My hands my lips my feet? Or has your brain drowned me In a pool of your other conquests? My thirsty hands...