Heaven's Apocolypse

That steady falling feeling
When you close your eyes and start to dream
Slipping under farther
you forget to breathe
Filing forward
skin and skin
Filing forward
Just pretend
Buttons unbutton
Safely, but no
Buttons unbutton
Walls overthrown
Lips aren't lips
but what are they for?
Crying never helps
But makes you want more
I never found heaven's apocalypse
but plenty is ground
inside his barren lips
Hits of comfort
Hints of pain
One last breath I blew away

If I'm silenced.

This one got given away to a hospital.

Pink Boy..

I wish..
I were a boy
honestly
yeah.

My favorite part of smoking (just about anything) is the importance of breathing.


Breathing....

I painted this early in the morning (or late at night) the sun was rising and I was painting. I painted several things that morning in a creative splurge, a week or two before school started I think?

Chased.

I run into the public school restroom with my face in my hands.
I notice a spot on my shirt, from a nosebleed I had.

"There's blood on my shirt
Oh, darling
Oh, lover
There's blood on my shirt"

Bite me.

In the middle of the night
more like the middle of the day
more like when school lets out.
Fingers turn into octopus tentacles
Lips turn into options
and tongues turn into crusaders
Fireflies don't happen
and pain
never really felt that good.
I said,
"I like it when you bite me."
he said
"I can tell."
It was like time wasn't there
and neither was I
Even though my head
never stopped moving
never stopped thinking
my head was always moving
up and down
and through
What should I do?
I said,
"I like it when you bite me."
he said
Nothing at all.
I was never really listening to him anyway.
I was staring up
up and down
at my feet
at the stairs
anywhere but his face
I never looked him in the face
I didn't want to know that a person's fingers
could suck the life out of people.
Just octopus tentacles.
Just things that didn't exist.

I sat down to write this poem and my nose started bleeding.
Maybe it was the force of me coming back to my body after all this was over.
It's just.....seven hours ago
I was something different.

Sharpie and colored pencils

One of my favorite things I've ever done.