• jeebus christ commented on the post, truth 3 months ago

    when you cannot stop his words from running over and over and over in your mind like a treadmill that won’t turn off, you have no control over your heart anymore. the truth is that you are lost and the way he breathes sounds too familiar to be a coincidence

  • impressionable. easily swayed. the power of a word, a suggestion murmured in passing, planted like a seed, a mine.

  • she had a smudge of grease on her cheek and her overalls, a faded shade of sky, were torn at the knee. she smiled when she saw me and i wouldn’t have cared if the world were ending right then and there. “mind […]

  • jeebus christ commented on the post, mayor 1 year ago

    can town

  • jeebus christ commented on the post, nourish 1 year, 2 months ago

    sigh,
    soft soft
    hand against mine, mother eve pressing
    the fruit of life
    to my
    lips

    (the sky rings blue and the harvest is good, again)

  • tallskinnydirty-blonde granola girl in khaki pants and a faded tank, thinks she’s saving the world but really just saving her conscience

  • jeebus christ posted a new activity comment: 1 year, 8 months ago

    i still love this one.

    In reply to - eleven wrote about the word beloved and it’s like screaming and crying and calling out from the back of an old pickup truck full of used ammunition. and he says “baby, what color is the sky?” (and i can’t answer, because it’s still all black&white haze today, and kid that’s not a color.) • View
  • i look like a tool on the words page whenever i delete an entry and repost it with better metaphors.

  • new eyes for new sights
    wearing 3d glasses on a flat plane and
    i’m all awake, wide awake, taking it all in
    like i’ve been sleepwalking this whole life.

  • dissected;
    torn apart limb by limb and laid out delicately
    like an insect,
    creepy crawling little things they were.

  • if i had a time machine i’d
    go back to the future where i really belong,
    strong and confident and happy in the glory of adulthood,
    whether i was cashier at wal-mart
    or king of the fucking world.

  • i used to have a maroon shirt

    it was part of the dress code at one of my
    many old schools and i hated
    the dress code but loved the shirt

    it smelled like clean detergents and my childhood and

    i don’t have it anymore

  • it burns
    and sears like
    breathing whiskey and wine and

    charring skin and bones
    you burn me and

    burn me burn me i want you to

  • jeebus christ wrote about the word canteen 2 years ago

    filled with sloshing whiskey & we drunk ourselves silly on top of the hill but felt on top of the world & and i swear we were never going to end. our yells would echo on forever and someday, our great-great-great-grandchildren would come here and smell the scent of cheap alcohol and the good ol’ [...]

  • jeebus christ wrote about the word booth 2 years ago

    coated with dust and time and hellos and goodbyes. fire-hydrant red and wood-backed. there’s a rickety lamp hanging above the table, and a lipstick mark on the glass that seems etched in forever. “get me another glass,” says a stranger in a trenchcoat. “i’ll have one of those, too,” you tell the waitress as she [...]

  • jeebus christ wrote about the word thief 2 years ago

    the worst kind of thief steals the key to your house and locks the door after he’s done.

  • jeebus christ wrote about the word pretzel 2 years ago

    soft, salty, and twisted. contorted. distorted and warped. how quaint.

  • jeebus christ wrote about the word mole 2 years, 1 month ago

    liar; he’s a liar and he doesn’t mean anything he says. he’s just spinning lies and love and information from that drunken mouth of yours.

  • i have this strange urge to just
    pull you up and kiss you senseless
    because i love you, i think,
    but we don’t have time to be marred by
    ‘maybe’s and second-guessing

  • rust and dust. faded sepia photographs — which is silly because who prints out photos anymore in the age of digital everything? wistful; you’ve got a nostalgia filter spread over your eyes and it’s killing you. i’ve forgotten everything because memories aren’t tangible and if you can’t see it, if you can’t feel it — [...]

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