The little girl in the pool next door
is shouting, “Leave my brother alone.”
Everyone knows it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity,
but we’re choking on all this light.
Love is a subject
glorified by apparitions
by lengthly ghosts passer-bye’s
good-bye hosts. Love was not
Cohen’s victory march, rather
On the slow rise
your words are as
knives or butterflies.
Still sleeping in a
daydream, a walk-about
Trail of replicas to my
Traffic stains on a parking lot,
Doused in waste with all you’ve got,
And though your legs give out into shards of glass,
You stare at sky and send some thanks to where you think it came from.
Stained glass breaks into duststorm gusts,
That rips you open with a terrible lust,
Torn down into a feeble pile,
You pray for sun just as it starts to set.
They burn a cross when you don’t abide,
To ideas that you dare not deride,
And jam a round god,
Into your square hole.
It just doesn’t fit,
Into such a broken soul.
Come my god, come my shepherd,
You’ve been too silent for all my life,
You made me.
Come some god, come my shepherd,
I must be deaf to gospel,
Did you make me?
What happens if an astronaut that lands on the moon is also a werewolf? What happens if said werewolf astronaut lands on the moon of a different planet?
Mother of my inventions,
Left in shed skin
For those scavengers to gleefully feast,
As they dissect and ridicule,
What I choose to leave behind.
I walk on and breathe deep,
Outstretch my arms and bask in light,
For sun feels good on new skin.
This past weekend, my randomly paired roommate went crazy and threatened to attack me. He spent the entire night yelling through the door about how all the ways he was going to beat me, and also a series of very hurtful slurs.
Exhausted, the next day I snuck my way to the manager’s office and told him the story. I spent my saturday packing up and moving all in the span of a couple of hours. He placed me in an opening up the road with some very nice people. But I did everything so fast and so hungry (I wasn’t able to eat for most of the day because said crazy guy was in the kitchen and I couldn’t leave the room.) that it took a lot out of me. I was left exhausted for days after as I unpacked. But now I’m in a safe, nicer apartment.
There’s a couple of small issues around this place that I’m working to resovle, all while juggling some work craziness and drama with a group of people I got roped into against my will.
I’m also trying to get back in the dating scene. I’m having some luck with some people. I think they’re interested, at least it seems that way, but our work scheduels are conflicting. Fingers crossed in this regard,
That’s it in a nutshell. I left out some details, and am postponing my planned piece until tomorrow because I had to work an opening shift and thus am beyond exhausted for working and doing an entire day on four hours of sleep. So now I- *passes out* zzz…
Full update on what all happened to me tonight, and I’ll also try to post a piece then too.
Its been a crazy ride, and quite a story. Now I have to sit back and grumble grumpily about work calling me in this early. (It’s five AM where I am right now, and I am the exact opposite of a morning person.)
My annoying roommates that I hate just found out about my sexuality. They then spent a couple hours telling me how disgusting I am and asking me a bunch of insulting questions.
*sigh* There’s a reason I like to keep it under wraps.
3. Furry, purr-y kitty.
13. Rottie. I like how they look, and they’re just big ol’ fluffy, muscular puppies.
24.One of my own. “Carpe Anima.” (Seize the Soul.)
I realized that me falling into a depressive funk really derailed my plans for the summer. (And by that I mean learning more, reading more, writing more) My shit job takes a lot out of me, and makes it hard to do or think anything else for the rest of the day.
But after talking with a friend, I realized that I should be making more of an effort to do those things. Those things invigorate me and make me feel better, so I should be trying to do them more. They should be helping me feel better and give me the energy that my job drains from me.
I also realized that I’ve got a lot of ideas and projects that I’ve started or jotted down that are really good. So I’m going to me making more of an effort to do more despite working. More stories, and more intelligent stuff. I’m hoping that this will be well received by my lovely followers, and hope it will also be good for me too.
Any thoughts, comments or suggestions are welcome.