#odd prose

[oddmens-town]

How many lives have you lived so far?

Count them on the scars decorating your back

Lick the burns on the roof of your mouth

Taste how raw you are

You're always on fire inside

The pelts of your past hang on the wall

Morbid monuments to your delight, to your shame

You never look at them

Almost as if they dont exist to you

But we both know they hang in your mind

At the very back of your thoughts

Ignore me as you always do

Let us retreat into routine and monotony

Forget the slight itching at the base of your neck

Disregard the acid in your throat

Carry on and pay no attention to the eyes in the back of everyones heads

Oh they'd love to see you squirm

[sad-mcmuffin]

The Palmer House Hotel

Sauk Centre, Minnesota

[oddmens-town]

Had I less fear in my body I would do whatever I want

The ability to quell the buzzing in my brain and the shaking of my hands would open the world for me

So many thoughts and opportunities for life to enter and yet I've shut every door

Each time pressing my back to it, panting and praying the danger of change will stay on the other side

Its a vomitous quality that I can't seem to pull from myself

I cant suck out the poison and free myself of this

So I stay where I am with who I am

Stubborn

Stuck

Paralyzed

Trapped

[oddmens-town]

Some thoughts

[oddmens-town]

I'm the kind of person who holds on to things and never lets them go

I've worn the same pair of boots for 6 years

The sides of the heels have eroded away and the inside soles are torn to shreds

I still wear them

I've kept papers and cards in a box

Some dating back to when I was at least 5 years old

I never look at them but I cant let them go

I fill my life with things both beautiful and useless

I keep them so close to my heart

So why were you so easy to leave?

[oddmens-town]

You've got to try a lot harder to be a disgrace darling

A drugged up angel can still shine with holy light

And though you wished my love would tear you down deliciously, maliciously,

You'll find this sober demon has a lot more to give than bite

[oddmens-town]

And as we contemplate like Hamlet once did

Whether honor falls to one who takes their suffering into their own hands and ends it

Or if those who fight and find further damage done are who we look upon with favor

We find that all death is wicked

A relief, surely, but wicked all the same

[oddmens-town]

Sorry We're Yellow Now

It is an early afternoon in april

And I lay here with the hangman's daughter

A bell tolls out if some weary obligation to man's hubris

And her hands brush through my hair

If I put my heart in her hands would she keep it?

If I asked, would you come back?

I don't know which answer to hope for

My youth is screaming out a name

Crying for what is forever lost

A beautiful and horrible sound