"Well at least I'm not as messed up as that guy," I though as I flipped my comic book closed. Staring at its cover, I wondered if it had always been in black and white. Surely the background had been a dark purple color before. I'd probably done it, like I'd caused all other things that got in a close proximity to me to become muted and gray. It was a great surprise to me that I could still read the words on the front page. In a big, bold font, the letters JTHM covered the top of the page. But you could barely see them now; they blended in with the background too much. In my frustration, I turned around in my rolling chair and threw the c
bend.
once upon a
time, i
inhaled a shooting
star -
silver trail
it was a falling
star (in
ha[i]led)
like kissing a ghost
in the parking
lot in the
stairs hollow
lips pressed
against mine
you said darling i
won't be here
forever;
just long enough
to make you love
me,
sunrise dim on
the horizon, blur
ring the li(n)es -
there is the present
and there is the
future but the
past is merely
memories
/fingerprints
enclosed in
stories between
the pages
and the sun
it is strong it
is bright it is
scorching my moon-
possessed
flesh charring
my lungs burning
my heart
like kissing a ghost
blazing fire blazi
Hola mis amigos! my puter's being stuborn as per usual and has recently decided that i should not be allowed to submit or comment or post anything. don't i just love it when it does that. Anyways, i'll try to check whenever i'm on another computer but it might be a while until i am again so.....