i give it to you but only a little dosage of everything i am. i give it to you to test you out, to see if any shame will remain. i know everything and nothing about you, and i don’t care that i care. because its a scratch. its a distraction from all the rest.
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a day in may
sitting quiet in a little room. droopy eyes try to stare through me. right through my soul. tell me all i want to know. tell me all about me. she creeps through a past. tells me the things that i may mask. clears the air with everyone here. everyone i know, she tells itContinue reading “a day in may”
black cover
You’re like a salty wave that washes over me. A naughty moment I can’t get out of my thoughts. And when I know better, I still push past my limit. I should stop, I need to stop. But I won’t. A little heat that soaks through my center. I just want. and I beg. aContinue reading “black cover”
against the walls
what happened. as you question emotions, as you question actions, as you question love, you question people. and the darkest are brought to light as they fight to stay in the shades of blues and grays and the blackest of blacks. you wonder where the important went. pressed up against this wall. there’s noContinue reading “against the walls”
save as…
its compulsive. an open envelope. blank for anyone. i realize what i am asking for. and you aren’t the first one welcome to burst a bubble, maybe i just need… funny feeling to leave me alone with my thoughts. quiet in the movement. gently in the notion. bring it on to me.
how i feel
how do i feel… how do i feel. i’m not sure anymore. i feel isolated. desolate. i feel negative and demanding. i feel worn out and helpless. i feel fearful and unknowing. i feel hopeful… hopefully.
a quiet way
eyes close in the memory of you fingers clench, my thoughts drift past imagination. a touch i wait for, a kiss to explore the body of you, the body of me. what a confusing way to end my day. wanting. yearning. if only i could just tell you to give it to me. give meContinue reading “a quiet way”
a dark gloom against your back
… makes you notice things you never did before. the way the wind blows through everything. the consistent hum of the road. grumbling sounds of motorcyclist’s zooming by. airplanes thunder in the sky. the way the clouds light up in the evening light. the hum of the wind and twinkling sound of the sun-kissed leaves.Continue reading “a dark gloom against your back”
sidetrack
feeling the movements of my old days. swaying away from the solidity of now. wanting an escape, craving an outlet because the realities of now go far beyond me. beyond capacity. so give me a story. let me ride a love song. send me to fantasy and back. sidetrack my worried mind. as iContinue reading “sidetrack”
monday june eighteenth
its like the pit of my stomach wasn’t low enough. it decided it needed to sink lower than my feet and it decided to pull my heart with it pull my head with it. dragging while i clench. holding on. ohh these movements are starting to feel mechanic. ohh these mechanics are making me wantContinue reading “monday june eighteenth”
Ciara Ashley Johnson 