PN

Some days it burns
Some days it aches

Every day it lingers
Every day it weakens
Every day it exacts

A toll

Quarters
Tokens
Tolls
Accessing parkways to meander
Accessing highways to faster

But this toll
Accessing fatigue that drains
Accessing despair that pines for death

I just do not know
if I have what it takes
to pay this toll

My pouch approaches bankruptcy
Time for a loan

Sounds of Naught

Veneer
Shell
Mask

What lies beneath?

authenticity
artificiality
a hybrid

There once was a time
I believed
...in my redeemer
...in the true way
...in my healers
...in people

Where once was belief,
now are scars

Beneath the veneer, drywall rots
Inside the shell, hollow is
Under the mask, makeup cracks

I'll take the shell,
if I have to choose

At least it echoes

january 19, 2013

Twiakus & Briefs

~ stale :: like crusty bread :: hardened by exposure ~
10/16/12

~It was biting cold ~ but we felt the heated passion ~ our fingertips stroking the rose ~ upon the other's velvet cheek~
12/13/2010

~the morning sun warmed ~ white dwarf fades with dawn of day ~ celestial echo~
12/10/10

~ in the house <><> rabid dog <><> seeking its prey <><> i watch from the rafters ~
12/08/12

Sumtimes, I have 2 lock the door so the voices aren't so loud. I'll open it perhaps, when they calm down. For now, their distance is relief.
12/06/2010

spinning :: broken record in my head :: reeling :: baited with accusatory blame :: running the line until it breaks :: taming the reel
08/05/2010

lost ~ nerves exposed, mind confused, heart displaced ~ somewhere between raw and gaping
08/03/2010

throwing out pills ~ cleaning out the medicine closet ~ tossing tubes ~ body full of memories ~ glad to be free
7/24/10

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Some originally posted on Twitter on an account now deleted.
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