man with the nice car

physical beauty
deteriorates with time

when you smell
the breath
of the rotting inside

mornings like this

winter sunlight.
faded yellow
with smoky pink hues.
the neon sun flickers
like golden tin foil
against the glass buildings

Daylight is the sight of the lip;
night is the feel.

i heard the news today

poking the wooden toothpick through,
help me come out clean
when the cake is finally
due

squeeze the world into a ball

The knots want to be acknowledged and touched. They want to be allowed to cry and to tell their story.

my remedy

"so your remedy is...

stepha

oops, I was writing your name."


Staphysagria

you learn who you are when you begin to say no.