(2015)
I'm overcoming my nightly anxiety. Finally
Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
I swear if I have to read one more poem of someone cutting themselves I’m going to cut myself. Really deep.
A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also
The little needle spent its life b… Taken out for another ice moon esc… I dubbed it, at my discretion behi… the life-saving, life-changing, Hi… Like a vampire’s fangs biting into…
I really wanted to die underneath that heavenly blue sky, and leave behind the tensions and… and float upwards and away from th… No longer called a buffoon,
Stardust in the mind, I contemplate in exact answers, precise manners, for the fulfillment of a question that beckons forgiveness.
Loud angry voices emanating throughout the land trying best to think best about what is best. Argue best.
I am in the city of dead arisen, surrounded by saints and sinners; some safer in cars, cardboard pack… in halcyon piles to suffocate the… For others, houses blow in the win…
A cockroach died of starvation in… Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu… to go outside and find my way to t… steal some coffee from a bank befo… I dropped my American Eagle key o…
dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...
At first, I was the reveling masq… In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a… I sought to receive. I sought to breath
I’m hesitant, a little anxious and KINDA NERVOUS. I haven’t talked to anybody at all this week
There was a joke I was going to write, a really good joke, but I have forgotten it. A shame, now all that’s left is the television blaring in front of me, sounds of “The Price is Right”...
I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar for a weeping woman who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed.