Storms :/

I'll post something tomorrow for today and tomorrow, I need to shut down my computer because the world is destroying it's self outside my window. :/

sundays sound sunny

There are people arguing outside
my apartment in loud
fuck me in the morning
voices
force anger through thin walls
the way thoughts radiate out of your head
with words

i sit inside all jesus' hair
and aching jaw from spooning
too much microwave sadness
onto a tired tongue shake
loose voice strings
and eyes dulled grinding
on computer and tv
screens

the shower water dont fill
me up no more than the leaves don't fall
in my back yard cause their trees
are too dead
and i grope away
at pillows and tired
bedsheets