Sullied flesh

I used to think to myself, 'At least I'll always have art!"

Now I don't even have that.

It's funny. You hear empty conversations about false promises your whole life....

and you tell yourself you don't need it, that you are above that shit.

Who are you kidding?

You would die to have some false promises in your life.

Those little moments where you are convinced that you aren't just another person, where you aren't just an independent, unique little snowflake.

But those moments are for those who deserve them.

Let's get all hot and bothered.

Party in my pants nao preez

Fade to black on repeat

I feel so empty.

I don't have any meaning.

I have a sense of direction.

But I could care less about it.

I hope this feeling goes away soon.

I think this is a result of not reading poetry anymore.

But what if....What if my empathy has burnt out?

I'm so lost. I really wish I didn't have to find myself. I wish someone could come find me.

So we thought we had it all figured out but you never quite caught on

All images by Remed.

Our hopes and expectations

[2/10/10 10:52:16 PM] Molly Jones: Lets forget boys and marry songs. They'll always be there, telling us the same thing over and over: We're here to make you smile, dance, and feel awesome.

I don't have any idea what they're saying but it's just so intimate and sweet

Go hard or go home

[2/9/10 11:59:06 PM] Mern Haider: i dont think he is real

[2/10/10 12:00:11 AM] Molly Jones: i seriously question it. maybe he just formed in an alternate dimension somewhere in space from all the girls tears in the world.

Tell me something sweet to get me by

To hell and Bach

You know when you just want to set the whole world on fire?

I want to stand in the middle of it all and just hold still.

To feel my skin blister so much I can't feel the pain.

All I want to hear is the roar of the flames

and think of my sweat pouring down my face in screaming little rivers.

Look at the dancing flashes of amber.

Breathe in the smoke, the dark ashes.

With the fire

A part of the fire.

Burning with something that's going to die out.

Ending after its one and only grand finale.

Pure.

Such peace, I can only hope to find.

I wonder what animals think of when they know they're about to die.