LifeLIFE STINKS AT TIMES
The BookWhat is this Thing?The Book
Why does it insist on cracking me open and braking my spine?
They bend me open, fold down my corners
when they finally decide to lay me down to rest.
Some of the nice ones who stare at my insides
shove little pieces of paper into me
so they can flip through my leaves again.
What is so exciting about the tattoos that were pressed into my skin?
Why do these things think they are so interesting that they'll stare at them for hours and hours?
I've seen people cry over my ink stains,
like they found beauty in my markings.
I've seen people l
Vampire of Ink and Lead Scritch-scratch, scribble, scribble, scratch goes the pencil as it is dragged against the white and blue notebook paper. The pencil traces fleeting thoughts that come and go faster than a bird taking flight once frightened by a cracking branch. That pencil lead on paper is the blood of the author’s thoughts poured out for all to see.Vampire of Ink and Lead
That pencil is controlled by a girl of sixteen with bracelets tinkling on her wrist as her hand moves the wreaker of destruction and creator of mental images across the page. Her hair is a ruddy brown that
Tired
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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Please visit my gallery here [link]
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it's hard to breathe when you're buried alive
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WHAT'S UP?
I think it's best discribed as the direction contrary to the pull of GRAVITY.
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