Thursday, May 7, 2009

old notes and past thoughts.


Lying under a thick duvet.even in the suburban heatwave. Feutal position. How ironic. Clenching the bedspread.eyes tight shut. Bite your lip. Even the bile in ur throat is a welcoming distraction. Its all the same. Pull the trigger,cut the veins,tighten the noose.its still ur blood that falls. Ur blood.ur own. Mistake mistake mistake. Fade away. Too sore to sleep.too tired to be awake. Deserve it deserve it. Mistake. One million judgemental voices.not a single helping hand. Vomit. Choke. Distraction. Mistake mistake. Demons hide amongst ur secrets.ur a filthy fuck between the sheets. Mistake. Was it worth it. Mistake. Judge. Pain pain. Fade away fade away.murderer. Mistake. Echoes thru ur mishaken mind. Sinner. Loser. Disgrace. Mistake mistake mistake. Gasp. Fade away fade away.
2.
Gone.
i wrote this little note.on blue lined paper, in pretty pink ink...
i folded it tightly, and sent it away...
but the post man lost it, on one strange rainy day...

and it floated in all the puddles and ponds and lakes...
til it drifted across the sea..
it clung to branches in foreign trees...
and was read in foreign tongues...
my little note

it dined with the finest princes,
and tried to stay warm with the poorest peasants...
it got swept away...
carried over battle grounds...
feilds of daisies...
until.
on ur door step,
my little note,stopped to rest.
weathered and faded.
and only three words.
i wonder if u read it?
for it hasnt yet returned,
my little note.
my last little note.