(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.
I live in the street of somethings… I live 30 feet beneath the street. It scares me sometimes. Life rests its crest,
The feeling came again. Love or Lust? Neither I hope, I hate writing of love. It invokes a powerlessness
I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
Do your work and remove yourself. Don’t check the follower count. You are a rock, immoveable in your… You are the river that breathes an… You are provider. And receiver.
She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds,
I have a hole in my heart. Once a trusty pouch is now a conspiring pump that floods my insides with the dark red fury
In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share
I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.
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…
I’m hesitant, a little anxious and KINDA NERVOUS. I haven’t talked to anybody at all this week
Anger was beef, and chickens were too, and I wasn’t hungry, at least not anymore. And a four-score speech
Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open
You let them run free. guided, sure, but still free to make their mistakes and live li… You let them experience their pove… Let them earn success through dest…