tincture, not the healing kind you wake up and nobody knows sad eyes hidden in a cup black coffee
Author: fluidicorruption
the ceiling
staring at the knots in the ceiling transport to another place another time with her
secret cemetery
beautiful creature maybe just misunderstood please don’t let me say goodbye tore a hole in the sky to float into
one-way street
please don’t make me sing sing sing please don’t!
on the torrid pond land bridge
I made a beautiful haste a beautiful waste of his time through a jungle climbing a mosquito-swarmed tree I followed but I wasn’t immune to his particular malaria I made a beautiful song
november rain
so many things about her I never knew she doesn’t understand that that I wish she had told me those little secrets but it’s too late now and the pages are already ashes
malibu
take a holiday to your next excuse your flight was only booked yesterday you don’t really know where you’re going and no one knows where you’ve been
heal him too
I can’t believe it roles reversed I used to be the confused one I used to be the one in the pit
almost forgot
told him not anymore once, twice, three times more than I can count he doesn’t want to hear that
Suicide Party
Almost everyone came to our house that night. They were cheerful and happy, seemingly unaware of what they were about to do. As they pulled up to our dock, side-tying and sometimes tying to the shore, they chatted merrily and socialized amongst each other.