oneword: pure

purity of motion. dancing in denial. i am the aftermath of broken rings, failed trust. the pieces on the chess board are not supposed to change colors.

ghost

onewrod: blade

blade, man, you died as hard as you lived. i wasn't around, i had moved on, so far away from you, from that world. i used to joke that you would die with a fifth in one hand, a knife in the other, and a curse on your lips. the way i hear it though, you died in a puddle of your own filth, with nothing more than a moan and a pauper's plot to mark your passing existence.

ghost

oneword: tail

tale ends, tail spins, ice on the ground and a broken bottle. my blood mingles with the ice, and i am transported into a dali painting, abandoned inside a poem by robert frost. drowsy and alone. is it chemical induced isolation, or am i just sick of you all?


ghost

oneword: intricate

intricate. the pattern of our lives weaved, threaded, and spun together. even if a loose thread snags some sharp object and the momentum of our movement were to pull us undone, you will never truly be without my pattern so carefully and permanantly intertwined with your own. we would have to destroy ourselves to be free of the other.


ghost

sliver(s)

everytime you jump, you just know she's gonna catch you. leap, her arms fall to the side as you fall past and slam into the ground. you try to clean up the soul glass splinters, but like actual glass slivers you never really get them all and end up cutting your fingers on them time after time. after a while, you gather enough confidence to try again. everytime you jump, you just know she's going to catch you.

ghost

oneword: sliver

just a tiny piece. a small, narrow, slightly broken sliver of you. that's all i need to keep. all i need to keep moving. keep hoping. keep believing. place me on the back burner. use me until i'm raw and boring and you don't want me anymore. i'll still wait. i'll still hope. as long as i have that piece.

oneword: sinner

i was the wind. i was the light. i was a fleeting thought of life and love. i was rapture wrapped up in a smile. i was all things childish and filled with wonder. i was the savior of your world.

and i gave it all away.


ghost

oneword: saint

my father dressed me down in robes and moons and stars that dripped onto the floor like the blood of his wounds and passions long lost in the fray between him and his love and hate for a god who never let him have what he wanted.

oneword: saint

warlock, our brother of perpetual lies. man, i remember you. the golden boy, all flash of teeth and bronze of skin. where are you now? alone in an old house. wife gone. kids gone. a junkie. loathed and despised. i wonder if i'll give a fuck when you go marching in.


ghost

oneword: melt

the asphalt bubbled and bled swirling steam into the winter air. what the hell? another biblical prophecy coming true. buildings gone. people dead. even the roaches have bit the big one. life as we know it, knew it, wanted it, over.

"damn it, i refuse to be another Dali painting," i whisper, despite the fact there's not a soul around to hear me.

ghost

oneword: hay

hay is for horses. at least thats what you always said. you were always little miss manners. what a liar/hoax/crock. what's the proper etiquette for breaking a heart? doesnt really matter does it, because you did it so incredibly well, you hob nailed bitch.



ghost

directions needed

where to red star? show the path you have tread so that i may follow. or at the very least, track your movement across our collective sky. and wonder at the brilliance of your crimson flow.

dark father waits in a blue pool.



ghost

lost

lost time. lost voice. lost friend. i want it all back, but i see you are nowhere to be found. where to, red? where do we go from here?

ghost

one word: fragrence

Bright smells accompany supple skin. Vanilla flowers adorn soap and clean hair. Her smell is as intoxicating as it is indescribable.

oneword: fragrance

The spirit of deception and truth.

fragrance

the aroma of fear clings to you like the stench of mildew on clothes left too long in the washer. i drink it in, relishing in your discomfort. you've been called out. your lies, all of your big talk, has been dragged out into the sunshine and put on display like butterflies pinned to a photo album. yet, you stand there, caught in the head lights of my confrontational style.

coward. what's it gonna be? i'm not going anywhere. go ahead. make your move. we're waiting.



ghost

free style by candle light.

here falls the watcher undone
look beyond the damage sum
vivid fractures
livid actor
more by grand design
less by fate's cruel smile
candle flames whisper
subtle hate or
hates or somethng more vile
my turn with no values
i intend to express my own divinity
but its fallen, tarnished like
aged brass.
God sits his throne
with absolute job security
while i wave good bye
to lost purity

oneword: inspire

to awaken what was always present with a gesture. A reminder that we are more than limitations imposed. Hope...in the spirit of efficiency.

oneword: original

for someone unlike anyone else…it’s hard to erase what has been…to find landscapes that beg to be altered…in a way that is relevant to others.

one word: Inspire

The important people in my life who love and care about me...they inspire me on a daily basis to open my mouth and come out of my shell. They inspire me to be, well, me. I have found in recent days that people really do like me for who I am. I am inspired to be a little braver and show them all a little more. I am even more than inspired...I am excited. I don't think it matters how quickly or slowly the process of opening myself up goes, it matters that it goes and moves forward. Who knows I might even inspire somebody else one of these day or even scarier, I might inspire myself.

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one word: original

A false moniker in all but the most distance sense. In a world defined by the collective experiences of its inhabitance, originality operates only as a place holder, identifying the future location of history’s next great plagiarism.

one word: inspire

That element which dispite all reason compels embracement of the unknown over the surety of the known.

original

i'm not, you know. none of us truly are. we're all just carbon copies of someone who has already traveled this wicked way. there's nothing new under the sun. or so may daddy told me.


ghost

inspire

inspiration,

you kinda suck, going all m.i.a. like this. you bitch.

sincerely,
ghost

original

original sin comes from within and born from without. sinners from birth diminishes our worth as it applies to our never ending plight.

retrospect

"in retrospect..."

people always say that, as if had they the fabled 20/20 hindsight, or foresight, or sidesight, lowlight, back when they made the choice that put them there in the first place, they could have, would have, should have made a better, more enlightened decision.

but, it's not true, and it pisses me off. there's three sides to every story. ever heard that? there's your side. my side. and the truth. even had your hindsight been perfection in a royal blue sweater, the view would still be tinted, tainted with your own ideas, opinions, tastes, lusts.

to all of you, all of we, all of me, out there....to all you retrospect(ators) looking back, saying, "if only i had..."

it's done. it's over. let it go. move on.


ghost

oneword: retrospect

People think they remember.

That's one of the lies we tell ourselves when daydreaming about the way it really happened. Childhood recollections are a revisionist's ambition. Try abducting a childhood memory and replaying it through the mind of an adult, it's like projecting a home movie into a swimming pool. You are familiar with the scenes, but they're different, distorted. And depending on which way the winds blowing, you may not see anything recognizable at all.

script to scream

Themes I am exploring with an amazing writer, co-creator at current:

Sanity vs. insanity
Success vs. failure
Passion vs. plodding along
Family vs. alone
Love vs. apathy
Community vs. isolation
Caring vs. existing
Thinking vs. doing
Insecurity vs. action

Over-arching flows:
Sacrifice
Survival
Unrequited love
Quest
Insanity
Mutated concept of family
Friendship
Judgement
Father Daughter relationships
Reconnecting with estranged/lost family

let me know any thoughts on the above...random or otherwise.

one word: retrospect

Hindsight colors each great decision with the shadow of “if I had only known.” I have never walked in shadows and refuse even those of my own making.

corporate

something corporate? is that a band? or just the newest line of martha stewart bullshit being passed off as 'cool' or 'hip' or 'the latest in home decor?' pha q martha. i wish you had been shanked in jail.

one word: corporate

Palaces of glass and steel; shining bodies for the dark beings they house. Lifeless in form, actions are executed with tireless repetition and remorseless ease. Souls’ shadows reflect faintly in the polished surface, pained in presence but terrified of flight. The machine hums, feeding on its own waning light. The process repeats.

one word: vain

Deliciously self indulgent, the reflection obliges your every request. Beauty beheld! Foundations of ego are carved from living advertising. Homage paid, the mirror barters a pleasant day for its worship.

oneword: vain

The sinew of self-importance…an opaque subsistence…lipstick aspirations do little to sate the desire for approval. Heartbreaking pleas are mistaken for beauty…

Who is taking advantage of whom?

... i am quite aimless

no direction. we walk. it doesn't matter why, where or how quickly. i'm just more afraid of standing still. so afraid of never growing. never changing. whether it be for the better or for the worst.

inconsistent

your innocence in inconsistent. sometimes you play the perfect angel and sometimes you play the flawed demon. which side of the coin is an act and which is really you?

current

enter the flow of the present; the current current; the stream that is now; the drip that is dropping.

... unfold

we shall see, then... how all of this nonsense is going to be. we will try... really hard... to ignore that tingle in the back of our throats and just push through this as "normal." whatever that means. we will build... and we will burn... and we will do it all because we are impatient and don't appreciate the suspense.

... this is an emergency.

important. immediate. don't look away and don't cop out. stop running from it. stop hiding from it. you can't use me as an escape anymore so you just write me off.

block me. don't answer my texts. or my calls. but it won't change the fact that i'm still there. i'll always be there.

surface

press your face against the surf and preface surface by melting free past its solidity

not the drummer of The Red Hot Chili Peppers: flee

run the fuck as fast as you can away from me you little chicken shit. i'd run too if i knew what i was up against. but the thing is that i don't really know... because i don't know just how far i can take this and how much i can keep up this pace. what i do know is... i'mma keep busting my ass until i fall.

and then i'm gonna get back up and start again.

belonging

i was longing for belonging to a string of identities forged not by me but by those who thought they knew me and i liked him, who they thought the knew more than i liked my real self

... all hail

the queen of everything from bubble gum to moon beams and sweetness beyong belief and the understanding that all of our hearts need and want and break a little bit for ever day and it's like all the cliches say...

love.

... flash

before my eyes? not really, because i can't see you, currently. you're gone and i'm staying in to think about things. mostly about how i want to be lonely without you. mostly about how i didn't go out with him because i don't want to be close to anyone in the way except you and no... i'm not afraid to say it out loud.

... widespread

far apart and too far away to touch. to connect. to somehow feel rested and assured that these feelings will still hold true for him tomorrow. scared that when it becomes less than convenient that the effort will be too great and we will drift further and further until no length of arms will spread that wide.

... click

my life was just a series of them. the keyboard, the mouse, the end of the phone calls. he breathed into me a series of fantasies i surrounded myself in completely.

i now find myself distanced and thankful that this one little sound doesn't control me anymore.

... model

the lines of her body were smooth, curved and disproportionate. examining her only made me sad to think that this thing, never being able to exist in nature, was what we wanted to convince ourselves was beautiful.