squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
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…
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
