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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

here we are, moving in silence, silently soul touching we’re flesh to flesh but somehow the way your fingers trace the border of my there so often triggered triggers coded chill. my con...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

an aching valve of any intuition u…

in justice of fears unfolded into…