slender slenderhe has no reasonMore Like This
for what he does
leaving trails of bone and blood
without eyes he'll watch and wait
he feels no love he feels no hate
taller than the trees he hides behind
he'll never live he never died
he became in the shadows
he stalks in the light
but they never see him
even if it is bright
they think im insane
tHey ThINk Im NoT RiGHt
and now im in the darkness
with out light
Forever" And all I want is to watch the world fall apart with you," she whispered.More Like This
He stared out into the darkness. Her body was warm on his shoulder. Her breathing, smooth and calm in his ear.
The sky was enormous. Stars shimmered like shards of broken glass. The two of them sat together in the charcoal sky, with that bull-dozed horizon and those freshly cut trees. In the frosty moonlight, the stumps looked like barrels of a thousand silver pistols. Clouds drifted from his lips.
"Maybe you already have," he sighed, his eyes were dull and cold, "Nothing lasts forever."
He lifted a cigarette to his lips and the smoke he exhaled choked the air and climbed into the sky. She watched it go. Wondered if souls looked like smoke.
The glass sky began to melt. She felt heavier. There was buzzing in her ears.
The smoke fell back to earth. It sunk into the gro
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.More Like This
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id