to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
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…
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
