(2015)
I'm overcoming my nightly anxiety. Finally
Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
Everything is a reaction to everything. This sentence is a reaction to the last. The periods at the end are all rea…
Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights until the morning lights of the ne… became battered reminders of accos… that threw itself on my near-awake… Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel…
Stooping low to face the gentle wa… that drifted under my influence. Heard these waters held sickness t… and a simple drink taught desponde… A hidden path felt through the unc…
Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything
...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,
The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy
Menacing clouds break thunder with three snaps, and the clock down the hall strikes three chords in the hallowed night.
Has a road to it. For the living and the dying, for the distinct sensation of convenience and order. We live by convenience.
I have seen my own death, it isn’t pretty. My face as a corpse is unkempt. It’s ok, I wasn’t perfect. It is strange,
In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share
My kingdom is both Fruitful and barren, Wise and idiotic, Splendid and fatal. How’s yours?
The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness
Gazing at the heavens, wondering if I am to blame for evil. Incorrigible self.