My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Dec 7

Not pure

You are not perfect, you are not pure.

You are full of cracks, cracks too deep to fill with all the liquor, all the morphine in the world.

You are damaged, and fucked up, and worn down.

You’re just pretending to be alive, pretending until you can stop.


2 Comments so far

  1. concrete_bubble (kelly) December 8th, 2009 12:39 am

    Thank you for posting this. That is how I’m feeling tonight,damaged,fucked up and worn down. It’s always amazing to me how you can take all these bad feelings and turn them into a beautiful poem.

  2. Joe December 8th, 2009 12:54 am

    Thank you for this. It’s inspired, raw, rough, dirty, mean, and beautiful. You have such a talent for writing (I’m sure you hear that all the time, though). Keep writing and I’ll keep reading.