When every day the turning sphere Advises below the trophosphere; I pen my thoughts with tools in mi… Soon enough we’re shown the tangle… ~C
The clock struck twelve and Cinde… From the truth That all change was inevitable. Her prince doomed from the start To place petals and sparkling fine…
If there was a way to stop the pai… I’d seek its shelter again and aga… If there was a way to end all the… I’d borrow its wisdom and add to m… No matter the ways in which I str…
Who will relent? Which fear... Wait, why are so many questions be… Odd, that. So yeah, why?
Roses are red, Violets. Lazy as fuck. ~C 25 Sep
Can you imagine not being yourself… Can you get lost in the words of a… Do you feel as if on the edge of m… Do you cry when steeped in sadness… Will your parents die when you lea…
Simple reflections of past blunder… A gentle breeze of radiant beauty… My heart races a mile a minute as… This happens every moment in which… One never thinks it will happen, b…
Calming storms we battle proud And sometimes stuck behind the shr… Of calling out to our master’s dec… And wondering when we shall be all… One needn’t ask for permission to…
Chicken wire? Live wire? Unadorned attire Ripping apart One white-knuckled clench at a tim…
The journey of life continues down… Sometimes smooth, sometimes rough,… I have traveled down the road for… It is apparent that the road I am… Not a wall, but a fence which I c…
Violets are magenta Horses and placenta. Roses are definitely not magenta. Anarchy. ~C
I had an effervescent eminescent m… Decided that I had had enough of… I said goodbye to the memories of… One in which all the pain was neve… To ask me how the question became…
There is always time you’ll never… Stacks of newspapers, tupperware a… Staring back at my listless eyes Despising the rising of layers of… Rusted unto an otherwise strengthe…
25 Sep 2014 Edition Reflecting on this camping trip Certain things make me flip. My mind, my view, my purview How many of them are certain to
