"Never leave a friend behind. Friends are all we have to get us through this life—and they are the only things from this world that we could hope to see in the next."
Dean Koontz, Fear Nothing (via hqlines)
"I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you."
"Hear me you walls who have displaced
Who have kept me from signs of my blood
Genes before me passing to me
I practice resurrection science-wise-magic
I am not for your muck/oblivion
I will hear in the echoes of my sadness signs of those
Signs of those signs of those signs, of those I have lost
Taken, cut, evaporated in expected shock
Music piercing rock and oil drum
Knuckles kissed by God who said go, live, tarry
I hover as a universe pushes into my numbness
I must work and carve these things as signs
To resurrect the next
I am snake am fire am shedding myself inferno
This entire poem is a profane word
A sabbath to life and yes
Cheap cloth made sacred because I said so
I said so and say"
"I’m sad like this—
like the last supply of band-aids
after escaping a fire
and the last drop of rum.
The first one, covering bruises
that are too big for its continent
of scarlet seas and heat marks.
The second, a reminder of
how much my throat misses the taste
of salt and of you before twelve midnight.
Let’s get drunk past 2 am.
Let’s make this an entry for a World Record.
My mom says,
the most painful tears
are the ones that are not cried.
So I’m going to start by wishing for anything
but you on my birthday.
before I typed that comma.
I’m sad like this—
We fell asleep before the clock struck 2 am.
Most nights, I’m the only one drunk
while watching Guinness.
Funny, how millions of people
want to be remembered for anything,
and all I ever wanted was to forget
about you on my birthday
and that’s close to impossible,
like using four more commas
after saying that I won’t.
Like remembering you,
after this period."