(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
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.
In my mind, a grandmotherly smile. There was before only suffering.… of the quivering mess. No longer willing to run away from the self,
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
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…
Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.
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,
I shall make for me some natural herb tea, my unquestioning remedy, for what, to me, remains elusive..… a good night’s sleep.
I live in the street of somethings… I live 30 feet beneath the street. It scares me sometimes. Life rests its crest,
A bouquet of peonies sits on the k… Pictures dot the wall, the table s… with the memory of that once perfe… The clock ticks rhythmically, somb… There I am, seated at the head of…
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.
Has a road to it. For the living and the dying, for the distinct sensation of convenience and order. We live by convenience.
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…
In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share
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,
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.