(2014)
Sit awhile and play, refrain from… just long enough to sing, what mig… the cords in my brain, that connec… Don’t forget everything that made… before you were weak, and know, ev…
Like I promised, I still love you, not for the principle of loyalty, but because I yearn from the deepest
I would love love love to get back… I fought fought fought to be the b… I ran ran ran through miles of inv… I stopped because it was controlli… Each step of all those miles – tra…
you are happy as a bee, showing all the other bees where all the pretty flowers lie. You are the best bee dancer, Zumbando in all of the sky.
spacelessness– timelessness, nightmare awakening consciousness. Hell as anti-spacelessness, anti-timelessness.
waves over the mind shivers thru the body. Hope, the thread intertwined, through the life of a living soul.
The orange train screeched around the bend, carrying her. I knew I had to act quickly in my expressions of affection. I anticipated her every move,
I found you at last. I do not need to see your face, or know your name. I just need to know that you were… that you came from the same place…
She said: “Is there more to your… Is being a Marine not enough? I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to save people’s lives. I like manning the 50cal machine g…
This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
I perpetually wait, I cannot act, but I always know, and you’re gone… It happens quickly, often with jus… that I know how deeply, I can lov… I’m not so foolish to think there…
I was open to trying. I was open to overcoming, and I found you running away. I don’t know where to stand, to make you not afraid of me.
Thunder rips dreams from sleep. The fitful heave themselves upon t… Lightening sears all eyelids open. The fitful heave themselves upon t… The voluminous sweat from the back…
All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…
Dear Mom, I can’t even begin to tell how you might have reacted to the letter I sent. It was not intended to be hurtful,