broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
