two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
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 all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
