Rage born of solitude, outcast.
#outcast
While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance
Above the earth and the firmament It is unclear who, actually, has i… Collective truism, our life is a m… One love, one life, they sing, Science contradicts,
The line of death humans has augme… We dying and dying since we were b… A long long tree, an extensive lin… Now we can live more proximally Since the advent of all pixels, di…
Sorry to enter your beautiful, coh… Das Wort ist das Lebens des Sein… Well, Martin, only in part, the b… Feelings not translated to languag… Or whatever gets a knot in your st…
Not so cool not so groovy, old lab… I would like to like my style, to… Become the fun that is still there… But baby, something in my lonely b… Some dark faire has bewitched me
This is the day where I was calle… My writings unbearable for some in… Well one may say better stridulous… Writing is an extension of humanki… Nobody is owner to pages, critics,…
Your stood by me more times than… You gave me the urge to live only… you My friend stood as my blank point, No blank slate could erase you fro…
Loved and lost, it was a farewell, On the large backseat of my car Where our passion has gone too far I softly kissed her face and lips Knowing it was only a dream
The morning is alive outside While inside time future waits lan… For personality to take a side, The quiet expiration or a moving n… Which is gaining ground in the for…
Who am I? No sono nessuno. Although I were teached to write Instigated to enhance my might Told it was a lost cause not to fi…
I always got tears in my eyes Lament of possibilities unfulfille… Sorrows for past futures not drill… Still virgin on the barren plane, Or part of a plague, another,
All this effort to underline the n… As if it were the main chapter of… Only feeds the growing of the deta… A song of dry Taprobana, temperan… Last strophe, smashed hope.
When the Hersprung Russell diagra… Presents itself to me, I want to drink upon celestial cor… So I seek type B0 Stars Blue giants like Rigel
Anne Sexton felt the need of reli… Oh starry, starry night, I am wel… For that is my nature, to gaze at… To float in a windful sea of waves… Seated gazing at that sexton’s sta…
2017-08-17 Under the neon light a hors d’oeuv… Two lamps ahead the gorgeous femal… Brings up the predator to my shado… Willing to pick them both in a bow…