between_pages nom did you get my message it was carved into the rings in the roots of my soul it was dark when i scribbled it the moon was hiding with the stars i can't tell what i wrote my hand wasn't too steady i think you must see how opaque i feel 031018 ... Death of a Rose is where you pressed me, a trashy romance novel, smothering phrases so unlikely to become reality. So, here I am still, flattened like roadkill. 031018 ... wingedSerpent the paper edge that bites my finger and leaves a crimson streak to interrupt the field of black and white 031018 ... realisitic optimist is where the experience of living mixes with the experience of experience. 031018 ... whitechocolatewalrus between the pages of here and never, i lose myself almost entirely. 031229 ... sometimes_she Read her like a book She wont care as long as you are gentle They all know everything about her But not what the author ever meant to say. Flipping through the pages Skipping from beginning to the end How she wishes they would read between the lines And see just what she holds inside. They judge her with the title And the way the pages fray But she holds so much within the bindings That the words will never say. One might say shes all too quite Yet she screams now day and night You will never hear her Because you will never try. feels empty. 031229 ... monee glass_skin_metal_wings_paper_clothes 050101 ... in a silent way the words beneath words itchy sentiment butting up against selective memory all of us heroes villains and every shade of grey wedged between the monochrome 170626 ... unhinged like other peoples crumbs in your library book 170626 what's it to you? who go blather from