Misery Business Second chances they don’t matter, people never change. Once a whore you’re nothing more, I’m sorry, that will never change.

Misery Business

Second chances they don’t matter, people never change. Once a whore you’re nothing more, I’m sorry, that will never change.

shadyufo:

Pair of Angelfish Skeletons mounted on a Cypress Knee. Fun project!
kushandwizdom:

Words of Emotion
I’m starting to smell like cigarettes.

I’m starting to smell like cigarettes.

But why is my plate empty?
“I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again, for the sake of this poem. I am not the kind of person that things happen to. I am not the kind of person that things happen to, so I make it up. I draw the dragon and then I jump on its back. I take a feeling and I say ‘Do something! Become something! Help me or go away!’ There’s usually a boy. Sometimes not. Either way, there’s someone and they’ve hurt me. There’s someone and they don’t love me back, because that’s what I want. That’s my poetry. I’m sorry, you know? I don’t know what to do with the ones who have already been here, so I pretend. I play dolls. I change their names and their clothes and their stories. Call me what you want. I know what the truth is. I know what to put in between the lines to make it sting like a real thing. I know how to make myself better. Still, I wish I could touch my own heart instead of writing about what it must feel like. I wish I could do anything without faking it. What’s left to be honest about, if not this? What’s left? When things don’t happen, I kick up the dirt, I blow on the dust, I shake the snow globe. So what if dragons aren’t real? I bet you wish they were.”