a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
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
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
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…
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
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