April 16, 2014   5 notes

I’ll be the first to admit
I am sick with retribution.

Winter took me for itself,
And I’ve been opened up
Too many times to count.

Maybe screaming won’t
Bring justice, but silence
Especially won’t.

April 15, 2014   3 notes

I will die unto myself
For truth

April 4, 2014   2 notes

Let’s steal history.
I am obsessed with the past.
You remember me?

April 4, 2014   6 notes

Dedicated to my Grandma Hawkins

My ancestress, gone.
Without me, though not alone.
Bone into ashes.

March 27, 2014   2 notes

Welcome to Nightvale is so awesome and cool and lately it’s been inspiring me to write.

March 27, 2014   32 notes



My heart beats in a marathon
On a narrow path
That is as long as my strength

When idealism can’t
Be reconciled with reality
I wonder if it feels doubt

Is that what causes
The occasional tickle
In between my lungs?

it turned out to be heart palpitations…

March 27, 2014   9 notes

Something is burning…
Name your hell, say it aloud
Before it brands you

March 26, 2014   6 notes

Dear Mild Beasts,

I regret to inform you that the
full-growns’ hunting grounds
are not what we had thought.

We arrived on the cusp of our 18th
year only to discover a paradise of want.

A way back to you is not known at this time.
Please, stay strong and gentle.

The (formerly) Tenderfoot

March 24, 2014   10 notes

There are places people think they
ought not to go (back to):
The briar patch playgrounds.
The lichened kitchen floors.
The fields of unloved suburbs.

There is something about a hungry,
ugly place that creates a need to run.

Like salmon, humans go against
the uncomfortable current to return
to their places of birth and make
peace with cruel origins.

March 24, 2014   4 notes

“ mercurial blood
is not meant for public consumption
those vampires… ”


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