You kept calling me
You couldn’t stop
Didn’t want to let go.
I know who you are
I know your reasons
Better than you.

I don’t care anymore- there is
No reason to care anymore.
You don’t understand it’s
Because I just want to be
Happy with you, not because
I don’t care anymore.

We sat in silence not saying
A word, not even to ourselves.
I know when you’re not thinking
I know it’s over but I know you
Want to keep going. Just sit there
And don’t reach for my hand
Just sit there. You can’t do this
Anymore because we have stayed in
Silence for so long.

You kept calling me, but we
Never said anything. You
Didn’t want to let go but
You did. So just sit there
And let me not care.

-M.A.C.

A palm tree waves and
Crashes into the corner’s
Window.  A dark orange
Glow becomes a subtle
Then not-so-subtle light
Blue.  The blur from dark
Is a consciousness revoked
For some things may not
Be real.  I just know my
Eyes are open, and there
Is a palm tree.

-M.A.C.

The putrid smell of rotting flowers
Yet I refuse- I must keep looking,
Morning after dreary.

They might turn yellow again,
Lift their heads and
Live, so I am waiting.

I wait for that morning,
I wait for that to be over.
I wait, by myself, for the things
I have loved. I’ll never know
If I’ll ever stop waiting.

By myself, the flowers gray.
Nothing has color or taste.

When I walk into the room
All I see is gray- I know
I’m alone now.

So spare me and
Spare me and
Let me go back
Into my room.

-M.A.C.

White, white,
Where is all the white?
All there ever is
Doesn’t even matter
When all I ever think
Is where is the white.

Bears are cute and
Deadly, honey is all
They want. Give a
Bear his honey and
He’ll be happy as a
Man. But don’t,
And he’ll ask:
Where, where,
Where is all the white?

- M.A.C.

Sorry, I drank myself to sleep.
Everyone left.
I’m here by myself.
I can’t go home.
I drink to fast forward.
And drink to forget.
I cut to let loose.
And cut to release.
But don’t worry about me,
I’ll just lay here and be.

-M.A.C.

Downtown, two minutes left.
I pull you forward and you pull me.
We desperately try to reach
Our point of destination,
The sole reason why we’re working so hard.
Our backs getting hot, our
Tongues almost sticking
Out of our mouths,
Our thighs rubbing against each other.
With a desire to eat,
We’re almost there,
We just want to finish, just
Rest, satiated.
Our faces strained, our grunts
Louder, our love intense-
“Come in”.

-M.A.C.

Around the corner
Is where we are.
Around the corner
Is always where we are.

We never move or turn
Another bend, cross any
Bridges or make any
Friends.

We don’t hold hands or
See eye to eye, kiss nor
Wipe my tears as I
Cry.

I remember having you
To look forward to.
Sometimes not even that,
Or calling you boo.

Around the corner
Is where we are.
Around the corner
Is always where we are.

-M.A.C.

hereunoia:

I like your dress, he said.

But really he meant

he liked

the way her hair

clung to her shoulders.

Or how the purple cloth

made every cell of her skin

as soft as flower petals.

Fairies could have danced

between

her collarbones.

Instead he simply said, he liked her dress.

And in his mouth,

the words he kept

died.

— “In the hallway,” Alaska Gold

(via sakaac)