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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

a taste of tranquility cross ways with the state of a chaotic prolonged outbreak where chaos no longer embedded for scornful speaking trusting a different outcome before outbreak in fix...

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...

in justice of fears unfolded into…

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...

tore up lies saving lives believe in bleeding needing to come forth to believing what you see, no fleeing what you leave behind somewhere lost only to find your lies tore up finding you...

Been trapped in a timeless port of feeling, and just that. Everything you could feel embedded into the cleansing idea of craving to escape, when there is no exit. Wallowing in disbelief...