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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>JA</description><title>wasted breath.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @wastedbreath)</generator><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>11. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;Beating heart, half forgotten&lt;br/&gt; Cold hands, come closer&lt;br/&gt; Lend your ears&lt;br/&gt; Let the freezing rain whisper&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Beating heart, half frantic&lt;br/&gt; Turn up the tempo&lt;br/&gt; on this dull, rusty old metronome&lt;br/&gt; Inside my dull, rusted assembly of bones&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Bleeding heart, please forgive me&lt;br/&gt; I know not what I have done&lt;br/&gt; Broken fingers, feel around in here&lt;br/&gt; Confirm that there&amp;#8217;s nothing to love&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Nothing but vacant space&lt;br/&gt; where a beating heart once was&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/49520302893</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/49520302893</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 12:48:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>10.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A smile falls upon your lips&lt;br/&gt; as sure as the rain&lt;br/&gt; On an otherwise dreary&lt;br/&gt; Philadelphian day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Skeletal outlines&lt;br/&gt; of what once was&lt;br/&gt; and what now&lt;br/&gt; is never to be found&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; My voice, the loudest wave of sound&lt;br/&gt; falls like a tree upon the vacant forest ground&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Never to make a sound&lt;br/&gt; I&amp;#8217;ll never make a sound&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/48084621880</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/48084621880</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2013 21:08:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>09.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You are everything&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt; you claim with the most certain of eyes&lt;br/&gt; &amp;#8220;I am nothing,&amp;#8221; I reply&lt;br/&gt; Apprehensions arise&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Take me for what I am&lt;br/&gt; No more than how I presently exist in front of you&lt;br/&gt; I am a name and 206 accompanying bones&lt;br/&gt; Nothing but this surrounding skin can be called my own&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So touch it, hold it, feel it, stab it&lt;br/&gt; Soon to decompose, wither away anyway&lt;br/&gt; As temporary as the words that fill the air&lt;br/&gt; Forgotten, lost in a moment&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All we have are those moments&lt;br/&gt;and I&amp;#8217;ve never felt more afraid&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/47424763277</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/47424763277</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Apr 2013 22:24:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>08. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;Wake up, sit still, grind teeth, lose sleep&lt;br/&gt; Clock hands wind and unwind, tick rhythmically&lt;br/&gt; Borrowed time passing, wastes away anyway&lt;br/&gt;The ache of each passing heartbeat ensues&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Leaving behind every inconceivable feeling&lt;br/&gt; Chained ankles, march forward&lt;br/&gt; Constrained;&lt;br/&gt; The footsteps I have commited a life to taking&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Each successive day, the lines in my face&lt;br/&gt; shape more and more into the very thing I can&amp;#8217;t bear to see&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; And I&amp;#8217;ve had some time to think&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/47243729717</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/47243729717</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2013 22:46:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>07.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Failure to reconstruct&lt;br/&gt; these thin lines drawn between us&lt;br/&gt; Failure to reconnect&lt;br/&gt; connecting these dots drifiting further apart&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Forcing the outcome&lt;br/&gt; Pieces of a puzzle&lt;br/&gt; that don&amp;#8217;t seem to fit&lt;br/&gt; And I don&amp;#8217;t seem to fit&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; None of this seems to fit&lt;br/&gt; Misconstrued fractions of a larger whole&lt;br/&gt; and there&amp;#8217;s a hole in my chest&lt;br/&gt; A fraction missing, forever lost, incomplete at best&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/46829710371</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/46829710371</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Apr 2013 02:11:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>06. </title><description>&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We&amp;#8217;ll never know each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and as much as I say,&lt;br/&gt; &amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t care,&amp;#8221;&lt;br/&gt; I do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Hang up&lt;br/&gt; Give up&lt;br/&gt; Shut down&lt;br/&gt; Break down&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; These walls we build between one another&lt;br/&gt; never to be torn down.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt; There&amp;#8217;s comfort in a façade.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/46055362857</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/46055362857</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 02:33:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>05.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I wish I could express well enough&lt;br/&gt; How much it upsets me&lt;br/&gt; How much it picks at me&lt;br/&gt; Consumes every immediate thought&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; But I can&amp;#8217;t, I never will be able to&lt;br/&gt; For these words mean nothing&lt;br/&gt; Merely inadequate&lt;br/&gt; A waste of ink and tears&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Feeling everything&lt;br/&gt; Feeling nothing&lt;br/&gt; Stabbing at my eyes&lt;br/&gt; In the process&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Wishing to see nothing&lt;br/&gt; Wishing not to be seen&lt;br/&gt; Without a rational thought&lt;br/&gt; Wishing not to think&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Cathexis sceams&lt;br/&gt; Oy vey, woe is me&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/42647459373</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/42647459373</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2013 01:23:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>04.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Continuous cycle of inconsistent disbelief, comfort me. Too afraid and too aware to take the truth for granted; for in hard times, integrity is harder. And I&amp;#8217;m not getting any number. Freezing rain falls on a parade of lies. Regress, renew, subdue. Fall victim to your woes again. Spiraling in an increasing downward manner towards a burnt out light at the end of an infinite tunnel.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; The ubiquitous solution: Sleep more, think less&lt;br/&gt;I refuse to maintain that same level of disconnect&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/42559098929</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/42559098929</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2013 23:20:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>03.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Just know&lt;br/&gt; that no one will ever look at you with my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/42335387997</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/42335387997</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2013 00:12:06 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>02.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am all that I will never be.&lt;br/&gt; What I cannot achieve defines me.&lt;br/&gt; All in all,&lt;br/&gt; All in vain.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/42163221044</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/42163221044</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 00:06:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>01. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;The bottom of a painfully deepening hole&lt;br/&gt; unable to support even the weight of those digging it&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Caving in, downward&lt;br/&gt; for as long as we choose to let ourselves fall further&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Further away&lt;br/&gt;into inconclusive conclusions&lt;br/&gt;that consume our days&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/41983005608</link><guid>http://wastedbreath.tumblr.com/post/41983005608</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2013 19:44:34 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
