i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair