living in fear we'll be swallowed by the ground.

favorite thing i have read of yours

this was actually about a hurricane article i read and got inspiration from.

glad you enjoy chris, thank you for all your support. you are golden.

jellybeansandhoney asked: your poetry is honestly so lovely and melancholy. please never stop writing. you're so talented at it.

FINALLY SOMEONE NOT ON ANONYMOUS. i love you so very much. thank you, there is nothing that makes me happier then hearing people enjoy it. i will keep writing, thank you soso very much. 

I have a glue stick but the tops dried shut
This scotch tape could work
It’s lost its’ stick, I’m stuck on you.
Like crazy glue
If only I could put the tape in my mind on fast-forward
I’d be past the end before I got to where I was good enough

 for anyone or anything;
Or any situation for that matter.
I miss the way you sharp turn on the highway
Remind me how it feels to crash every now and again
I’m getting bored of it only happening in my mind
I look over the horizon at the New York city buildings
My hearts lost at bay and this ocean stretches for miles
Please take me back home with you

Where my hair can blow in the wind

We can sing sad songs, about what we’ve gained and what we’ve lost

My nostalgia is eating at the cores of my veins

Please take me back home with you,

Everything around here’s all the same.

Everyone around here is all the same.

Backpedaling to never happened to;

Later admitting while

Running with stretchers.

There were

Problems:

“A failure of initiative”.

The myriad of breakdowns;

Miscommunications that hampered

Relief.
the glass was

half

empty.

A near total blackout on

The nerve,

It was there all along.

They were too

Busy

trapped in attics, on

 rooftops, and in broken-down hospitals;

waiting for answers

they never get.

This china never looked so americanized.
The ones that look the most picture perfect are always the most unorganized.
We are just waiting to unravel at the seams.
we’ll fix this mess. we can fix this mess.
you know everything just falls apart in the end. Why keep trying?
Teach me, teach me the good and rid me of the bad haunting this heavy heart.
We are just waiting to unravel at the seams.
we’ll fix this mess. we can fix this mess.
I’m growing old of this smalltown and these parking lots, it’s going on for miles and I’m runnin’ out of gas.

I’m growing tired of this mattress and these white flouresant lights

I’ve grown impatient of your arrogance the stupid pointless fights

You’ve grown taller but your thoughts of me they shrink smaller, smaller.

Open your eyes, please just open them one more time
We are just waiting to unravel at the seams.

You are the needle, and I am the pin.     
we’ll fix this mess. we can fix this mess.

I feel my skin sink right through this air mattress. my veins pour cold blood onto the white carpet of this cluttered apartment. you tore me open and you pulled me apart. only to be left on the floor as my thoughts pour out. My stomach does cartwheels. My eyes see shades of sunset and gray pouring through the windowpane. I look in the reflection of a mirror at glazed eyes and a weathered face. Nature is so cruel but she’s only giving us what we deserve. Not everyone can be sunny every day. We rain, we go overcast, we rumble like a thunderstorm. Only to be criticized several times more but not cherished when the good days come.