I want out, the more I’m around the more anger is found. I’m not accepted my head is spinning, my conscious has reached the epitome of a blantant disregard for presence. My eyes plea to...

who am i? what part of my mind makes up me? my mind is not one it is the other blinking twice that I deplete the things that seek most as i have enough written in chambers of my resting...

lies, inching to our existence everyday lips move a different language pulling at my temple hearing it the furthest from foretelling what is there clearing patches of untold maybe mores...

an aching valve of any intuition u…

pray with me, pray for me, lay with me and have an original love pattern as we both explore our eluted minds and surged hearts beyond repair and forward triump, recieve me as I do and i...

he showed me what I was afraid to acknowledge he’s trying to love a person who’s pass a shrude emotionless vaige state of mourning the abundance of frustration of caring to only be hurt...

pending, maybe its not love they seek thee to us, but the ghosts of hearts that have been smashed into a thousand pieces tugging at our tears the extension of my soul is withering the c...

face from face, a two way mirror but is it me that looks back with an uncertain, insecure scowl. I eyes reached out to me if I do so break the mirror before me into pieces will I be abl...

I have many tastes, different perspectives unaware of the unity it brings to my gathering thoughts bringing forth what a dishelves mind painstakingly look pass with blind eyes unwitting...

chilling sacrifices to advise the despise of untruthfullness but of honesty, inspiration is my kindling liking moreso lightly caring an understatement to my raging emotions to your ears...

the degrading atmosphere of an immense seperation insecurities raging from the surface of hurt is that of a breathtaking unrecognizable charade of a lost lovers imaginative love of desi...

with a soft tone and a swift movement anyone can achieve what they need to and ONLY what they need you have to be sturdy and strong yet graceful like a ballerina always staying on your ...

close to redeeming what I though could make or break me twice given to feed the thought of ungained confidence but little do we peek at the highest humbling ourselves upon the waking of...

Where should I find myself? Is it within the pages of my heart’s tears to where in my mind is drowning. Is it where my soul shot a timid force? Is it within the tips of my fingers to pl...