(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
There’s a little bit of blood on my breathe. My blood, breathing, within vitality
Strength of the mighty ocean couldn’t calm existence the pressu… nor violence by which we all measu… Sometimes the only definition of m… Like crossing the Rubicon,
If I ever write a poem and give it the title “A Dream”... Do not read that poem. Hesitate before every word,
She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds,
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
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…
Madness ensued in dark corners and wretched taver… where I insulted myself, and I go… by a tribal aggression; must retal… and avenge for society’s sake.
I live in the street of somethings… I live 30 feet beneath the street. It scares me sometimes. Life rests its crest,
I’m hesitant, a little anxious and KINDA NERVOUS. I haven’t talked to anybody at all this week
The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.
The lapel of my jacket held its wa… as I walked down the daring, dark… I couldn’t spell my own defeat as the passions of my vengeance un… Like a knight fighting for vain gl…
A sight of sympathy for the man, who never thought himself too gran… or even fair to look at for long, The ballad entails his fateful son… Afraid of estranged looks and whis…
On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak
The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred
Anger was beef, and chickens were too, and I wasn’t hungry, at least not anymore. And a four-score speech