Fun Hangs With Peanutbutterlung At Rope Mill Yesterday.

Lately

Sometimes it's hard to tell who keeps secrets Because lately my spirit weakens While we all wait in darkening dumps Behind a facade of witty and trippy smiles But when was the last time you actually smiled? Like when we had to stop by that corner coffee shop even just long enough to say hello Back then we had each other, and what we have now I don't know The past lingers long enough to whisper sweet thoughts of Summer Come to pass with Winter's cold and heavy hand Beaches breeze and Georgia heat will come again in a year But we can never go back to the way we had. But we can never go back.

Everyone is happy with tv, or with drinking, or ingesting drugs. But we are all the same. We find pleasure in something, Whether its the same shouldn't mean anything, we simply find pleasure.

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please don’t let me give up please don’t let me give in i know i say things and i think things and my mind has more personalities than a reality show and sometimes i don’t know what i mean and sometimes i don’t know what i want

but something is creeping up on my shoulder with long, boney black nails and the shadow hand grabs the next it’s pulling me slightly just enough to make me bleed

but i won’t dip my wrist but i don’t know how it will go it takes a hold of my tongue it changed the scenery in the room with weights in my hands i turn automatic mixing and fixing all the little things nine to five or two whatever the time is i can’t keep up with the seconds as i chase them my knees shake and break i don’t know how much more of this i can take

i don’t know how much more of this i’m willing to take till i shake out of this feeling and slip into something soft and silky and red hot because it’s easier when my insides are set on fire to walk in a world of smoke and mirrors

and shadows and skeletons hiding in the deep that think collarbones are just an accessory and necessity and when i get close to you you’ll grab me by the hand with my other full of heavy drink and pull me under

but it takes all of me to just stay out of the water because my face turned to red from drinking all that deadwater wish i was stronger but i fear all i’ll ever be is the ugly stepdaughter

and when the last shoe doesn’t fit where will i be when it all comes crashing down around me where will i be

waiting for @holycrimes to clean his car out 🚗

$1 Postcard I bought from one of the merchants at Bonnaroo this year.

Still learning.

Streams and Blood Moons

i don’t know what to do

i can feel my bones cracking

my lifeless body clinging on to every little inch

of happiness, of breath,

of even the smallest movements i have

that remind me of you

because how could i ever forget

no matter what decision i try to make

no matter how much i try to fake

it just through the day

and i can taste what i ate this morning

and i can feel the tug on my back

and i can feel your pull on me from every side

i can feel you in my chest like i want to spit you up

and hold you so close at the same time

and i can’t sleep anymore

and sometimes i can’t even breathe

because you keep me there

in another world like i’m not really here

like i never have to sleep or breathe and

i can just be with you

growing like a rose

god, how could you let it be this close?

if you were really there why?

why would you give me this decision to make

to turn me into a murderer

make me into some torturer

of my own body and my own self care

just know you’ll always be a special one

you’ll always be my number one

my first, my always in debt

my knot around my finger so i never forget

but i can feel my body beneath me crumbling

i can feel my words fumbling

making the wrong things come out

making me scream and shout

when i don’t want to anymore

i don’t want to fight anymore