Tell me you love me...

Sometimes I feel like you don't love me..

Or that you love me like a mundane, ordinary thing.. Like pizza, or your favorite show...


It's not someone else you worship like I want... It's your own ideals....

A bolt

Leaving my lips lingering...


Hanging on the edge of a whimper....



You're not here....

Not written by me

An old tid-bit of dear Ian's writing....

A Love at first loss

My dearest darling, the bright moon of my midnight.
The cause of my breath [thee are]
Dearest darling, you're more important to me than the air I breathe.
That must be the cause of the loss of breath I experience everytime you enter my sight.
As gentle as a flower's petal,
As kind as the loving lips of the ghosts that haunt us,
And as cold as the snow from the clouds.
My dearest darling, with glow of the golden sun, you're hte base of my creation, your servant from life til dead eyes.
Dearest darling, my warm blanket, my fire to melt my ice.
I've got a blizzard within my, it only stops when you're close to me.
This ice beneath my skin only wants to be melted.
Dearest darling, channel of order, don't let me lose me.
Being gone from my life would mean no more of you to be my breath,
to be my moon,
to be my order,
to be the kind loving lips of the ghosts that haunt me.

September 15, 2007

And people wonder why I'm in love with the kid...

A lovely bit of loathing for the night

I'm going to slice.. and feel my long cliched breaking of skin.


Goodnight my audience.

I throughly enjoy...

the way the sides of my nose have been rubbed so raw that the skin peels off...

It reminds me of cutting, and how I'd just open my skin, and that I'd never bleed, and how good it felt to be sliced open like that.


I'm startin to think I'm a little sick