angust

i am not too fond of suicide girls. does this make me an odd gay wad?
i have therapy next sun. but i wish it was this sun. 'cause i miss my therapist badly. i think about fucking her all the time.
adelphia finally came through with internet but i will complain that i had to wait a fucking month.

i wrote this poem recently:

"Shape Moving Shape"

Shatter mirror,
Framed reflection pieces newer,
Knees crawling,
Translucent picture still and numb,
Background changing with inanimate objects throwing,
Grin Fading,
Frowning known,
Heart non-stop,
Beating,
Pounding heavily,
moved,
Vibrating sound of breaking yous,
Shielding mind without a heart,
Feelings shoot through thought,
Wounded present,
Sword from past stabbing future,
Rotation backward,
pulling yanking,
Floor surface gut,
Pattern designs of spilling spewing,
regurgitated self destruct,
An end is near,
Repetition grown cold,
Winter hail freezing time,
Snowing another solution,
Redundantly formed flakes,
Back and forth slow fall,
Shape moving shape,
Replacing emotion with text,
Does the way I feel touch your head,
Or flood and crack clear glass of view,
Focusing on me the flow needed you,
Progression separated in reverse is whole as us,
Reading unlocks storage things,
Unraveled monster hidden old,
Baggage carries you,
Another state of gravity,
Above floats,
Under sinks,
Bottomless in between,
Air and water there will meet,
Caressing forever until here extinct,
Farewell goodbye hello again,
Take care visit come back,
This wave is flat when you don't push,
My pulling rests on lines marking space,
Formats grown to fit the trees,
Green before,
Now any color written,
Surreal is convenience,
emotional from unremembered,
Unconscious choices slip through sight,
flashing quickly,
Unseen Unnoticed
but felt.

-Yvonne