Scounge

Scrounging for positive change.

Couldn't Hold Onto Her

"Sickened to my 

inflated stomach. The baby in me is kicking

buckets,

and I'm jaded from it."

Rip Off

It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. 
Rip off the last of ban-aid. Quick.

Bloody Sap

A booby trap. A booty call. This isn't love. But still I fall.

To Withstand The Force Of Storms

"Oh god, there is no excuse for me.



I still love you.




But I don't love myself."

It Means Something To Them

Pretend it means same as sex to an outsider

To My

the red pen marks, the brown dog barks, and i'm listless, a little too anti-religious. i wish to tell you right in that instant, "i miss this". tight lips shaking fists, and i'd smile if i could too distracted by my thoughts to my hips. i begin to say you're too much to risk 
but stop because you get the jest.

Will We Ever

"No, this might be the last time I see you."                        "No, will we ever be okay?"

Unless It's Someone You Really Like

"IT'S EASY TO GET SOMEONE TO LIKE YOU, 
UNLESS IT'S SOMEONE YOU REALLY LIKE."

With My

"With my broken heart, and my absent God."
_______________________________________
"I'll be free."

I Got A Letter

"And then one day I got a letter, saying, finally, "we shouldn't consider ourselves lovers, I'm distracted with the wife, as much as I love you. So my heart was broken. "Dear Allen, what you say is honestly what I've been doing or striving for all my life. Therein lies our, or my confused sense of closeness. Also I fear therein lies our strength of tie to each other. I say "I fear" for I really don't know how much I can be satisfied to love you. I mean 'bodily.' You know, I sometimes dislike pricks and men and before you had consciously forced myself to be homosexual. You meant so much to me. I now feel I was forcing a desire for you bodily for everything you were giving me.............I want a girl, go to college, see all and do all and become truly straight, so please Allen give this a good deal of thought."

Facts Memories Anedotes

"Who talked continuously for 70 hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge. A lost battalion of Platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall."

Mundane

Dismal.

There Is No

There is no God.

There is no Love.

Today is still a good day.

Might Have Been

You know that feeling where you've been staring at something for so long you lose sight of everything else going on around it? 
Spaced out until something comes along and snaps you back to "reality"? That's how the past year might have been..