i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
