Noisy Journal Writing


This is stuff I found written in an old journal. I typed it up here but never published so it’s been hanging out as a draft for about a year.

How many tears have you cried
Waiting for mine?
Twist your bones, peel away
Scars of old, open on their own.
You’ve always been alone
Watching the world in slow motion.
You’ve never heard the screams
Even when they were your own.

Twist the knife
Ever slow
Make me yours
Take it by force
Worse than hate
Is the apathy
Push me down
Make me feel

I’ll lay in the mud
Face down
Just to make me feel
Twist the knife
Cut just right

I remember the way you feel
In my dreams
Slow and deliberate
Why didn’t you speak?
Why didn’t we speak?

The buzzing is loud.
There are a thousand flies on one body alone.
Not counting the thousands more,
Bodies I mean.
It’s done, in a blaze of glory,
The world was razed.
Now it’s ready.
All the flies,
Swarming a blank slate.
The buzzing drowns everything else out.
I can’t hear you scream,
I’m too busy watching the world burn.
Not that we ever cared anyway.
Not that you ever cared anyway.
Tell me a thousand lies,
One for every fly.
Give me just one reason.
Not that you ever cared anyway.

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No Good

Daily Prompt – Compromise

Punishing myself
Has done no good.
There are sins
I can’t atone for.
If I were who I’d been
I’d carve every fucking word
Into scars.
I’m not her,
She’s buried
Beneath bleeding,
Fleeting seconds.
So I stare
Into the blistering Sun
Letting it set fire
To every small fiber.
Maybe the world is warmer
When you’re blind.
Maybe the pain will numb
When it’s your spirit
You finally find.

The Thing Is …

WordPress Daily Prompt – Cozy

On cold nights like this,
I wonder if I miss the sun
Or the feeling of laying in your arms
By the fire, tracing stars in your smile.
People sometimes tell me to move on.
It would be lying to say I haven’t tried.
The thing is,
How do you move on
When that first kiss sent chills down your spine
And fireworks into your sky?

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Forest Pyres

WordPress Daily Prompt – Age

Inside the meaning of time the trees journey,
Standing tall, impassible walls, the forests hold steady.
Roots burrow through the soul of this world,
Holding fast, dirt pasts, the forests stand furled.
Bark peels reveal fates beyond the wood,
Kindling for fires, forest pyres, this is where they stood.
Ages before realization set fast into minds of men

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WordPress Daily Prompt – Expect

As in, I did not expect this to work. I used a first line generator, first line was “Before the day of harmony the trees echo,”

Before the day of harmony the trees echo,
Below the mountainous bellow.
Begging to take cover,
Wild things trample over
Trembling ground;
Giving rise to roaring sound.
Hiding beneath cloudless skies,
Smoke snakes along paths of lies.
Desperate for salvation
We search for causation.
Missing truth among the darkness;
Unfeeling in our catharsis.
Before the day of harmony can return,
The world must first burn.

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Stop, Drop and Roll

WordPress Daily Prompt – Willy-Nilly

The car slowed as it approached the tower of smoke billowing from the middle of the road.

“Well, look at that.” Donny craned his neck over the steering wheel to follow the smoke into the air. “Fuck.” He jerked his thumb towards the younger man in the passenger seat, “you should get out and check that out.”

“What? Why me?” Jesse pushed back into the old cloth seat as if it could hold him in the car. “Just go around it, we don’t need trouble.”

Donny shook his head slowly, “Nah, there could be supplies.”

“No offense but that shit looks like it’s on fire. If there were supplies they’re gone.” Donny was unswayed.

“It’s just a product of the world man, all this shit goin’ willy-nilly. You’ll be fine, I’ll be right here in the car.”

“I’m not gettin’ out of the car.” Jesse pulled his seatbelt tighter across his hips. “Just go around it.”

Donny took in the scene slowly. “Ok, fine.” With more force than necessary he slammed the car into park and threw the door open before letting it slam behind him with a “bitch.”

“Whatever! Bitch, I’m the one still in the car. I’m not gonna get robbed today.” Jesse watched Donny disappear around the wreckage and into the smoke as he hunkered lower into the old seat.

“Oh shit! Jesse!” Donny reappeared through the smoke with fire trailing from the end of his tattered shirt. “Jesse! Oh fuck!”

“Stop, drop and roll motherfucker!” Jesse wrestled with the clasp on the seatbelt. “Ah, shit! It’s stuck! Donny, stop, drop and roll!”

In the street Donny dropped to his knees and flopped around like a dying fish.

“Roll dumbass! Roll!” Jesse slammed his fist into the seatbelt clasp and felt it whip across his hips as it finally released. “Hold on buddy!”

“Help me!” Donny yelped.

“Ok! Ok! Hold on!”

“I’m burnin’ fucker! I can’t hold on!” Jesse grabbed hands full of sand from the side of the road and began smothering the flames as Donny writhed in the street.

“Roll around dumbass!”


“Fuckin’ roll!” Jesse grabbed Donny’s arm and forced him over and over. “Fuckin’ roll you idiot!”

“Listen fucker! Quit callin’ me stupid!”

“You are stupid! You didn’t know to stop, drop and roll? They teach that shit in preschool!”

Donny pushed his fingers through the freshly burned holes in the bottom of his shirt. “There ain’t no guarantee that shit’s gonna work, this world’s all willy-nilly now.”

“Stop, drop and roll always works. Dumbass.”