Say it to me slow because I could… Why the fuck your words made a dif… On the apocalyptic nature of your… Publicly lambasting me for what it… Slipped into the cracks of a fonde…

With all my love for you emptiness wraps my heart in blue With all your love for me nothing changes because you are fr… Can I unchain my soul from this r…

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…

Springing down, upon and forth to… There is no other to say where and… To begin, confused and saying his… His destruction’s begun without th… This word’s manifest his disconten…

I finally broke down and bought my… But it didn’t come wrapped up in p… Or carefully selected words. It surely wasn’t expected, But it came nonetheless:

I came to you on a Tuesday Full of wonder, fight, poise and j… I left you on a Monday I was never the same. Your eyes gripped the paper

If I were sitting where you were, I would wonder what I was peering… I too would feel confusion I too would start to wonder– Hmmm… And my mind would drift off too.

Uncontrolled, unparalleled, unstoppable, unfuckingbelievable. The child became a man before the man became a child. Has it ever been lost on those of us chirping loudest That we rely on...

Who will relent? Which fear... Wait, why are so many questions be… Odd, that. So yeah, why?

Violets are magenta Horses and placenta. Roses are definitely not magenta. Anarchy. ~C

Paint: It goes where it isn’t supposed to Much like the way your stares Found their way through This zoo of emotion

A quiet contemplative morose and s… Planted voids, ineptitude wide Followed a path once forgotten Lain before me by a reckless aband… Of tears and of shallow memories

He came from a land of trees Cuz freedom wasn’t free enough Spoke with passion screaming from… And I was torn between hearing ev… And I had to take his torch

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…