Superdump of poems. I can't write long ones.

He made me cry
and ruined my clothes
But life moves on,
I live, a ghost.

Summerlesss.
A dream I had of a boy stepping on my wrist
you kissing my exposed brain
holding me up to the high heavens.
If I die, make sure I'm made up and my hair is done.
Then bury me in your summerless backyard of Salt Lake City snow.
He died exposed, his face reposed.
The sun came up as his body froze.
I had heard stories but I never knew
Why they cast deadpan eyes on the morning dew.
An avalanche, the final prognosis.

Mass Hysteria- Everything a deep groan from the throat
that unsettles the hair on my neck.
The notches of the spine expanding, contracting.
I screamed, and no sound came out.
So I stole a clock and smashed it.
Glass shards broke the skin but at least you were free of time.

"I don't believe in love" she said.
They tied her up and shot her dead.

and now for some happy!
random tumblr dumps!
(thank you based god)


tumblr