(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl… Skin the color of starlight in mem… Dreaded demon of conscious-less em… He is my demented tormentor
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…
I grew up staring starry-eyed at t… of healthier men walking out of do… head held high while I kept their… It wasn’t something to really envy… and a fine nights sleep. No family…
A puff of air internalized in a vacant room. Cows among me chewing the expensive cud that
Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything
Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong
Inside the gas station’s public restroom was an interesting looking old coo… that caught me off guard. He was wearing a heart-shaped eye…
On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak
Stardust in the mind, I contemplate in exact answers, precise manners, for the fulfillment of a question that beckons forgiveness.
Wind in this still, distinct... thin I swim in sin till gin is rid. Finding might,
She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds,
The ghost is huddled at the end of… in a dark corner where the light f… curl over its knees, attempting to… like a child in a strange place. It stands at the corner of my sigh…
I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.
Anger was beef, and chickens were too, and I wasn’t hungry, at least not anymore. And a four-score speech
I’m hesitant, a little anxious and KINDA NERVOUS. I haven’t talked to anybody at all this week