• genahtastic commented on the post, steep 3 years, 6 months ago

    the slope is long, arduous and slipping. my legs wander, scraping down the rock. at the bottom, something awaits…. it rests, but every crumbling rock creeps closer to waking the beast. Still, i creep on. Suddenly, a misstep. A slip….

  • genahtastic commented on the post, glowing 5 years, 5 months ago

    the aftermath leaves the ground still glowing. firey fibres glistening where we made marshmallows, and toasted to toasty nights in poly tents, hoping bears don’t choose us as dessert. i liked those nights. even if i’m leaving now, i’m still glowing.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, coil 5 years, 9 months ago

    sandwiches and fingerprints
    imagination coiling around silly memories
    i want to erase everything and restart
    and not be so bad at all of this.

  • he flips the top of his hat. crosses his legs and reclines. today is e e easy. today is just fine. today is to enough to do nothing at all.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, lunacy 6 years, 4 months ago

    Disaster is precise. Problems have flavours. Sanity is a bright, white sun. It blinds most of us with how perfect it is. We get to watch and stare and flinch away, while whole, glowing people look down and say, well, why not just turn on the light?

  • genahtastic commented on the post, mirage 6 years, 4 months ago

    she’s walking through the desert nice and slow. can see disaster ahead, wobbling in the heat. it’ll happen.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, historic 6 years, 5 months ago

    He’s been sung to sleep. They keep bringing up all that he’s done, and he’s tired of that now. He’s in the books you know. By name, you’d know him well. But we’re done with that now, alright? Stop bringing it up. We’ve all learnt, let’s move on.

    He’s very tired now. We’re very tired now. Stop singing.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, welt 6 years, 5 months ago

    The mess between us only grows with time. We’re bruising, bleeding messes, waiting to heal. But why wait? Why wait at all? We can still move, run, breathe. Let’s get more mashed up than ever before. Let’s keep moving and keep going. Let’s carry on, even if we’re too tired. I’m not going to wait for the ending. I’m going to run.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, silo 6 years, 6 months ago

    You are no one. I’m going to go. Going to pick up the trash on my way out. The car’s leaking oil, so it’s time for us to light a match. I’m going to go. I buckle up the seatbelt. You are no one. The car’s leaking fuel. You are the match.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, chivalry 6 years, 6 months ago

    He steps aside to avoid disaster. He’s going to watch her walk into the puddle instead. Delights in it, almost. He knows that at the end of the day, being kind does nothing. He doesn’t get his favourite weapon wet, and she doesn’t even batt an eyelid. Chivalry is dead.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, clamp 6 years, 6 months ago

    These funny chubby legs won’t cycle me to your house. I’m clamped down, sweaty palms on the handlebars, but they just wont get going. I feel wild, frantic, because I know this park is no place to loiter. There are faces in every darkness. I feel eyes, chasing the curve of my hips, my curling hair on my neck.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, polar 6 years, 6 months ago

    I’m counting the stars as my gold. You’re kicking the stones as you walk. You say you’ve loved me for some time, but I can’t help wondering…

  • genahtastic commented on the post, strung 6 years, 8 months ago

    i’ve adjusted to the isolation. don’t you dare welcome me home now. i was strung along by the rope, tied to the end of your truck. you drove all day, until the sky went orange and purple and blue. i feel a little bruised, i guess. i feel a little indignant.

  • where’s the pride in being another unwelcome stranger? don’t take off your shoes. don’t look at me like that. i click my pen twice. i straighten the zip on my jeans to hide under the material. where’s the pride? where’s the good? i click the pen twice more. even. tidy. smooth. undetected.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, montage 6 years, 8 months ago

    dull lines and dull water drops. i sit at the bottom of the shower, waiting for the water to change me. they say ‘i miss you’. but it all folds into the story, the little flip book of all the times they were long gone. i don’t see it as i flick the pages, it flashes away too fast. i just see the emptiness.

  • a spot of dirt on the crisp, white sheets. you can’t stop pulling at it, so i watch you play with the threads sister. why can’t you ever notice what’s really important?

  • genahtastic commented on the post, barren 6 years, 8 months ago

    Men are creatures to be despised. They stick their little worms in your dirt and hate you for growing flowers. Run before the roses grow. I’d salt my earth, but I like making the best out of a bad situation. I like to remind myself that I am the earth, I am the source of all life. They are alive because I am here. I can create.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, spilled 6 years, 8 months ago

    I just can’t forget it. I’ve seen the way I used to be and now I’m blinded by that thing in my eyes, that silly goal, that little bug. It made me rub and rub my eyes until I cried. I spilt my milk. Time to complain that I’m lonely, now. I’ll try not to, but I just can’t forget it.

  • There’s salt all over this soft shell of mine. Air gently flowing from the fans above. I scrub, I scrub. The tenderness of rubbing away the old and dead, and bringing forward fresh, pink skin. I feel like a raw little crab, thrown momentarily into the boiling pot. For that minute it is not torture, but a warm spa. Tender and soothing to my bones.

  • genahtastic commented on the post, shoulder 6 years, 9 months ago

    If I could’ve dreamt, I think my eyes would have been a little less tired when i woke today. My shoulders ached, I was warm and gentle, right up until I had to wake. Shaken by the rough slam into reality, slapped into myself. I must get out of bed.