I made it with my tears.
Be A Villain
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Island Of Rain
You know we’re cooked in the fiery hearts of long vanished stars, so let me drop in your rainy season where warmth is found next to your abandoned sleep.
Clearing The Garden
You are a lifeline, and you rock my boat. Believe me when I say I see you below the seas and up the clouds.
All I want is a simple touch, even if I know it’ll be deep cut. It always is. I’ll float a bit just in time to be drowned.
How’s that for an exercise?
A Paw In My Face
Jump for my love.
Inner Penance
Let me miss you.
The Princess Is Free
It was a perfect day.
Contemplating your silent ways.
Beneath The Bleeding
I need to grow back my balls.
Rude Therapy
Let’s divide love into playtime, snack time, and nap time. Is there another way to know what’s behind those strange, moving eyes? I’ll keep these scars and scratches as long as you let me be the naive child that I am. I’ll always see the moon as something incredible. A playground. Know that it’s yours too.
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Tender Loving Dare
Even if you didn’t know that cats make you mad, there are clues. Purring voices inside the head. Check. Scratch addictions? Or the 24-hour-a-day canned fish provisions and its variations that could feed a small country? Two checks. Stocked and in high demand. Feeding time can also rhyme with a divine feline.
We are haunted by these little things. They’re little because we obsess from a distance.
Can you find it in your heart to give The Moon and this Tail another chance? It might be the most ill-fated of mysteries with its melodramas and luminous cat-calls. It burns all the sentimental bridges at night. As if our sense of direction is not unfaithful enough. Watching both pull and radiate is a satisfying juicy case of murder, intoxication, and tail whipping. If you didn’t drink until the wee hours, how would your inspirations know that you loved them? Let’s flagellate.
Between sanity and crazy, where do we catwalk? Sometimes in order to know the rules of a given playground, we have to work on both sides of the border. We should keep pushing. We scratch until we bleed. There’s a full moon to catch. There’s also blood in the moon.
The ultimate inspiration is the deadline.
Growing Pains
There’s nothing tragic or pitiful about the sky. It could be just as void as our feelings, or it can be as explosive as the tremendous stars it conceals. We all love to talk about blue yonders and artistic integrity when we’re young. But then the sky falls and kicks us to the ground. All the romantic concepts in this played-out world won’t be enough to shield the amount of hurt we’re going to live with. Don’t think for a second that the world actually cares what you have to say. I don’t understand your demands either, but here I am. Throbbing and willing to hold your plastic spoon.
We do what we can to cling on to the hopeful visions of adulthood. And it doesn’t come for free. There’s always a subtext of trying, of caring, and of silent crying. Even if it’s as removed or as forbidding as our own little heavens.
A lighter shade of sad can calm my heart, I just wish you could prescribe me my medication.
-C