Horror Talk Podcast tonight, at i believe around 9pm CST, Chris Miller and the Fool will talk Cerberus, awards, and likely spiral inappropriately for an hour or so. i’ve been on this podcast a few times, Jesse is great as a host and i have always had fun. hope you do as well of you […]
no matter the words that fall from my mouth to squirm in half life at the edge of non-essential being i love you seem to be the only ones that form correctly even if my insecurities keep them mostly frozen on the tip of my tongue
i close my eyes only to find i am the only thing that vanishes as if i was never truly here unnoticed by the world at large. tearing pieces off my tissue paper soul to flutter in the breeze of apathetic insufficiency a shadow where once a man stood shivering in inconsequentialities. i close my […]
i am fascinated by kashmiri saffron the delicate purple flowers the strands of red the dry lands at the feet of the himalayas the struggles with global warming. whole cultures have been radically altered as the world changes around them for all of our technological leaps we seem to fall farther behind at being human […]
fried.sizzling brainsvacantchoppy wavesslappingmy empty skull.fried. i wrotea novelthat took meto a verydark place. she shinedher lighton me to keep me safe. but itlingersunder myskinetched onmy bones. i cannotfullyshake it. i have been coldfor weeksdeep downmarrow frozenshiveringin theafternoon sun. i amfriedand theentireworldexcept for heris soveryveryugly. just like me.
the power of my glare keeps the ceiling suspended just like my disbelief floating in the air all the hidden scenes interspaces within the textured cage a zygote ensconced in eggshell whimsies am i a realization sorrow in actualization just a mass of tumors twisted around fractured spinally etched columns filled with poisons a cadaverous […]
in an effort at shameless self promotion to push our book, Cerberus Rising, and it’s nominations for Best Anthology and Best Short Story, An Incident at Barrow Farm (by me, which is crazy and unbelievable still) for Splatterpunk Awards, Chris and I will be hitting the podcast trail. Monday night we are joining Jesse Deadman […]
in the misty mornings of incomprehensible sorrows calculating inifinities eagerly seeking the right combination that leads to her heart They loved in midnight blues and should have known betters. They parked in dreams and whittled sentences into sorrowful sounds. They covered the horror of everyday things with fairytale kisses and found beauty at their fingertips. […]
i take my painamplify ituntil it burnswhite hotuntil it burnsits way intothe aether luckilythere has neverbeena shortageto mine i let itnearlykill mekept itcagedbehind deadbrown eyes humpty dumptythe foolfilled withangry hornetsfinally fellone time too manyand all of hisinsignificancespilled overthe dirty alleyadjacent tosuicidal daydreams now all iknow to dois let the agonyleakstaining the worldin lavender lightninga pebblein […]
scientifically straddling subservient and transient (feeble emotive words scr amble to propagate) cracked cobblestones line the bleak murky corridors (calculating eternity usi ng broken hearts as a med ian) beaten down by every soulsputter review glancing deep into infinity eyes laid bare to the triumphant tragedies of interstellar recognizance the cashew is a necessary by-product […]
staring down the barrel of self defeat hating every word that falls from these maggot lips to form frost across the dead embers that settled on the more meaningless parts that make up this petrified tree gnarled branches giving only rotted offerings to the neon wasteland of accrued uglinesses in double helixed atrophy. i turn […]
deep black thrombosis nestled next to fleeting palpations a restriction in the affable trickle constricting the gold from the morning light a parable, a prayer empty words thrown carelessly into the aether in hopes of striking a spark along the indifference of eternal nothingness. the coffee drips as i watch the sun banish the darkness […]
sometimes when i read or see something hopeful i begin to sob not because of the beauty but because it is all so goddamned hopeless when it takes fiction to express it and that feels awfully heavy. it is fucking heavy right now. everything. just so fucking heavy. this too shall pass. i just really […]
what we had the thing that died with barely a twitch just casually slung barbs a poisoned monstrosity mistaken for genuine emotion misplaced mistimed and missing key elements. it was a shambling corpse with a red ribbon tied around its broken neck lingering far longer in agony than in any real sort of emotional stability. […]
i cut myselfdailythe nibof the quillinto my exposedaortato spillmyself outonto the dirtyfloorpooling upin the fibersof the carpetinto anotherimpossibleword jumblemeant to tellher thati love her. more scar tissuethan manmore poetrythan poeticjust a lonelyfool withtoo much timetoo many wordsand not enoughher pressed closewhen the sorrowforces me tocut myself daily.
i woke to a flashing blue light a work email telling me happy anniversary two years with the company in a message from a generic address – human resources at incentive dot com. it is the personal touch that makes me feel valued. i replied with thanks for the email will there be a raise […]
my body a glass jar rattling with pure electric ecstasy every cell screaming in atomic reduction as my every synapse shoots molten death on any hope for quiet. somedays i am just soundwaves vibrating in a frequency undetectable by human ears. unvisible in vibrant shades of falling apart. i am no longer stardust. i am […]
kitten with claws unsheathed stalking shadows in the afternoon sun squirrel on the grass staring at each and every noise with silent trepidation the planes fly high above us with loud rumbling sonic waves as the busy people circle impatiently waiting for one open runway to settle among the kittens and the squirrels under the […]
crawling across shattered remnants of hope praying to appease the angry spirits that do nothing but spit curses while bemoaning just how blatantly unfair the sunrise over the buildings casting golden beams over the forms of dead dreamers and mumbling poets is when witnessed through the lens smudged with ash from smoldering dream. i have […]
i have been shedlike the wispsof dream fromhalf closed eyesleft to floatwith the leavesand childish hopedown the swollengutters filled tonear overflowingwith wasted tears. as it was beforeand on and on intoperpetuity again. the man who pennedall these savageidiocies into theaether was a discardedhermit crab shellcovered in crystalsof salt and flakesof whoever it isyou pretended he […]
i saw him, an accumulation of failures, staring at me from across the room. his face twisted in bitter snarl of self mocking an expression i knew too well the ugly bastard smiled, knowingly, guessing at my thoughts correctly, judging by the coldness in his grin i turned away unable to look at the blank […]
a series of flawsless human, more scaba weeping wounddripping pus overan indifferent landcorrupted atan atomic levela mistakemistaken for the missinglink from manto beast of burdenscharged with staticclinging too tightlyshaken offtrash in the tepidair of abandonment. as ugly insideas outan invertedelephant manjust a series ofcalcium deficienciespitted like thedead satellitehe personifiesshining a feeblefacsimileof her brilliance. a conglomerateof […]
Notches, a collection came out two years ago today. i didn’t start writing to put out stories. it began as the weight of the world became insufferable. a fool began screaming in lowercase to an uncaring universe. somehow it attracted the eyes of one of my favorite living writers, Patrick C Harrison III and the […]
the wordsfloatchumon the high seasdrawingthe attentionof sharks. as he simplyseeksto drownfacedown in theshallowsthe shadowsswarm. a playthingfor themisplacedaffectionsof the predatorsdressed asdamsels in distress.
there isa holein the center ofmy patchworksoulthat threatensto swallow mewhole. when i wasa kidi would sitin the branchesof an oldoak treeand stare atthe world in wonder. now i sitalonewonderingexactly how longit has beensince anythingmade anysense at all. falling inupon myselftumblingdown down downinto thehole in mypatchwork soulswallowed whole.
i apologizefor notimmediatelydeclaring myabsolutedevotion for notextractingmy dessicatedcardiacindecencyas a tithing but it isn’tmineto givethe one withsunshine in her eyesand wildflowersin her smilehas itsafely heldin herperfection and petty jabsor mean spiritednonsensedoes nothingto change that it isn’tme. it’s you.
he wasa heliumballoonslippingfreefrom thetentativegraspof realityto floatever higherso theinevitablecrashwould bethat much moredevastatingupon hisempty shell.
listening to the rain hit the concrete as the phantom scent of coffee unbrewed lingers in the dark it pitter patters as if any of this really matters an incessant tapping through the haze.
i woke a sheen of sweat clinging to me my heart thundering in my head the hooves of a clydesdale stomping in time to the ever increasing intensity of the pain in forked tongues through my concussive gray matter the claws of the harpies clenched tightly around my throat still clogged with unsaid words. i […]
there is a frighteningparallel tothe times of confuciusand the currentstateof the world. he railed out againstthe crumblingof society as autumnfaded to winterbreakingthe country apart. who speaks now out nowin a worldwhere families are fracturedby false idealspropagatedby unsocial medias. torn apart in the pursuitof beingupstanding to the detrimentof its meaningdeceivingourselves of the truth.
he is a negative inhabiting a positive space inverted so that he can never reflect photons just ever slowly absorb them. he is a negative desolating all positive space monochromatic in a land of technicolor half truths burning to death on a glacier of dream. if he was ever really there at all.
the recluse by m ennenbach on Patreon I wrote this story for an anthology that ended up not coming out for whatever reason. It’s quirky and deals with a poet that can smell emotions and secludes himself but due to a new book coming out he has agreed to do an interview. I love the […]
seems to be a rusted coil keeping my light from ever shining or this photo-negative reality absorbs the feeble glow inside i asked the ceiling for answers but like asking god silence reigns so i sit in darkness unsure if any of this is actually occuring at all murmuring my love from the black hole […]
he sits on a row boat immobile upon waves of calcified despondencies a lone albatross circles the frozen sea slowly starving so very far from home. bottles lay discarded on the stony waves missives sent with the best of intent undone by the latency between god’s shadow and heartshiver pleas etched in lonesome sighs.
every line leavesa piece of my sorrow,roughspun silk, to drapedown your thrummingache. a filthy kite stringconnecting tragedies,burrowing blow flies inthe dessicated heartof passion. i would gladly holdevery broken soul tightlyto my steam powered heartin hopes of sealing thecracks. but i cannot, so ileave a trail of discardedodes to litter the highwayscattered bits of souldanderemptiness.
torn apart by hungry hands seeking succor in the swirling sand i was never going to slay demons or save the day not the prophecized hero or chosen one any royal birthmarks were beaten into a mass of ugly truths the only star that fell on the day of my birth did so out of […]
she gyrated absently around the brass pole as the bass thumped and all i could do was stare at the pitcher of piss yellow just as apathetically bubbling on the table with one short leg that wobbled like the waitress with the fake leg that kept winking at me. we may have been the three […]
inter me in your salacious vanity carve my hollow bones into a flute to play as you skip down the winding trails of lost whimsy crimson drips from gluttonous cumulus the road is scarred the reminders of when innocence was plasticized by the seven hundred degrees of separation when i get angry my pockmarked indecencies […]
amethyst flashes in the once serene small town skies an ink blot pools just beneath the fleshy chunks draped over bone calling out through the tides forced though arterial by ways pushed along the fractured incongruence that makes up his entire state of unbeing. there are creatures in the darkness just beyong the scope of […]
the earth is as hollow as every half whispered prayer to the emptiness above. the earth is as flat as every half returned affection from the nothing inside. the earth simply wobbles in the wake of missed connections static in the malaise. each morning i seek to reconfigure the globe in a way that brings […]
and the rainshave comeagainafter surrealceruleanuniform graythe day diesas the skycries frigid dismay. and the rainshave comeagaina day spentdriving in aself made foglost in herinstead of lostin my own defeat. and the rainshave comeagaina steady showerunable tocleanse the filthfrom a worldof dirty secretsand sultry lies. and the rainshave comeagainto soak throughmisapprehensionsgently freezingover woundsweeping poisonedblood to etch […]
m ennenbach patreon hey everyone the fool has had enough of going negative every month while waiting for that one book to hit. so i listened to one of my bestest friends. Patrick C Harrison III (PC) and started a patreon page. i plan on writing poetry that is exclusive there for a period nd […]
my love is my definition of beauty her heart and her mind illuminate my shadows shining bright when i wake ugly again and i can be so very ugly. she is everything which helps balance out my nothing without diminishing her wonder in the slightest. sometimes i fear i am her only flaw and i […]
the sky looks like pollock found a surplus of pinks and oranges and in a fit used up each and every last can the world is too still one lone bird repeats a three note refrain staring at the mass of fresh bruises in dayglow aftertones hopefully signaling the end of this entire goddamned world […]
is there anything less clear than the lies reflected by the mirror somehow made less than the sum of accumulated scars a jigsaw menagerie missing all of the important pieces in this mental distortion in curved glass funhouse refractionary relapse is there anything less clear than the lies reflected by the mirror i think not.
give me somethingto keep this fooltongue busy enoughto lose the poeticmendaciousness, letme show you the realpoetry born as youwrithe against thisfont of meanderingsemi-legible loopsa cunning linguistof cursive cunnilinguscarefully inscribingmasterpieces acrossyour every secret joy.
the words are singing loudly yet incoherent the ice cold metal of a straight razor, honed to a near monomolecular edge skipping across goosepimpled flesh the rhythmic slap scratch of a brush on canvas the scratching of graphite the cutting of flesh i cannot see past my self contained torments to decipher the intent today […]
feeling around this gaping absence swirling absently random incursions shifting electron orbits the image reflected in quicksilver sighs trace iconography neither elusive nor reclusive redactive reactive reductive an ocean of unbound sin algebraically deductive in linear inconsistencies another foolish pouring of pitiful obsolescence accidentally spilling a poetic emblem of sheer mediocrity penned in the darkness […]
i woke distraught at three o’clock my first thought was to murmur my love into the surrogate pillow the next three hours were spent staring at the ceiling lost in the haze of the turgidity in irreconcilable schisms in this wondrous world of half dreamt nothings the neighbor was screaming into the same void i […]
deep in the throes of another episode in a series of hellishly episodic angellic hunger pangs crawling across broken promises of forever for a night for a weekend forsaken taken as the fool he portrays effortlessly on television shows broadcast on inverted satellite arrays beaming along the hollow birdbone skeleton of exceptional insufficiency there are […]
a woodpecker has joined the cacophonous cavalcade of feathered minions. i found myself staring at it while it stared back at me both in confusion. but frankly, i am not nearly as important as bugs writhing benath the bark. so we agreed to settle back in to our routines whilst pretending the other is a […]
i am not invisible just on another spectrum of unvisible shades made up of incidental pains casually inflicted with icy disregard a ouija board remnant a love unreturned a frosted trickle of clumsy disenchantment a splintered facade along the bindings of my coal dust heartshatter memoirs when hope wasn’t just another four letter casual misdirection […]
i have become less a man more a slab of meat slow roasting over the perpetual heat of self imposed hellfires depression holds tightly to my less than significant state of being ephemeral mists where a person likely never truly ever existed i scream silently watching as you drive past slowly without a glance phantom […]
days occur where it feels as if the world is out to get me unfortunately other days occur that just prove it really isn’t there is not enough value in this personage to incur anything approaching that level of spite an empty glass bottle is worth a nickel in michigan an empty souled poet is […]
i am a goldfish in an empty bowl, mouth agape, yet drowning in air an unbound suture over an angry wound, pus filled disasterpieces; moribund, heavy reenactments of heaving breaths suffocating in an excess of nothing
i lay listening to the sounds of morning the truck barely turns over the neighbor sings as she walks to her car the birds begin to call out for the sun my heart weakly slaps against the ivory cage as my lungs feel filled with liquid i woke at three staring at the ceiling as […]
i feel radiant in shades of gray drawn so petulant in fragmented meh my insides feel rusted and clogged my unsides reel in staggering instances of grave despair church bells ring signalling the end of selfish lividity i scream until blood flecks my spittle into the howling winds raging forth so impetuously unimportant hell has […]
shed so many scales using them to build this treefortified home of blunt force trauma shelter from storms just behind my ever shifting occular windows to the broken screaming for release callused hands wrapped callously around the throat of adorations watching the lips once so tenderly kissed go blue as they are starved of the […]
I don’t always know what made me, the morning sun, my mother’s womb or morning rituals of loves greatest losses. My loneliness feels ancient and I’m not blaming anyone. Not even the last life I lived in the creases of every scrap of raw silk. I saw the singular loop of unrestraint and taught myself […]
she wrapped i love yous around my throat and i sat festooned with this prettiest noose smiling as she tied the end to an acorn she carefully tended in the nutrient rich heartsoil of many sundered loves in the graveyard fitfully sitting behind my crystal cage ribbed for her displeasure knowing one day i would […]
occasionallysleep escapes myclumsy fingersnow i fumble abouthalf asleep andhalf pissed offwaiting to seeif the sun willrise or if thiscold that settledin my heartquiverwill ever ceaseas i sit hackingand wheezing andlonging to dreamof her.
angels and demons snarl at my heart’s worship, brimstone warbles through a tempest of harmonies, a glorious cacophony of dreamshivers. the predatory gaze of jackals in sheep’s clothing tracking what they hope is wounded easy prey, while pontificating their best intentions. being chased through the snow by bumbling villains, hiding cruelty in self serving semi-literate […]
i cannot getwarmon the vergeof frozen tearsshakingin anger they knewthis would happenand yetthey didnothing rather thanspendon improvingthe infrastructure they left usto freeze how do youforgivesuch negligencehow do youforgetthe silence there will bea new crisismanufacturedto divert eyesa celebrity scandalor somethingequally vapid and the only oneswho will paywill be the onesthat suffered just like always.
in every breath turned to mist in the frigidness that gripped me tightly, a cerulean lover hungering for every bit of my fleeting warmth, in those clouds of lingering dreams, expelled into the aether a million unwritten odes, of my love for your immaculate wonder, your name etched in cursive on my tentative pink tongue,so […]
At 2am Monday morning, during an ice storm, my power went out. It was explained this was to last 15 – 45 minutes (not sure what that is in metric, sorry) as the grid was overloaded. It has been 84 hours and counting since. No answers given at all for 24 hours (a day in […]
never before have i had such a clear account of the bastards reigning in incompetence scrambling to save their careers as children and the elderly sit in silence waiting for help and the only weapon i have is my words is my frustration as i huddle in the car shivering from the sorrow of being […]
the caper rolls across the plate indignant to lay on the cream colored tablecloth you sigh as i watch the evergrowing stain as it races down the fibers as the magpie screams in the darkness i blink the flickering light of the candles ceased i wonder were they ever there i reach out into the […]
the Nominations for the Splatterpunk Awards were released and i see my best friends and best writers on the planet getting nods. Patrick C Harrison III and Chris Miller are up for novel and novella and together as Cerberus, we are up for collection. That’s crazy. And then Kenzie Jennings and Christine Morgan are up […]
the biggest plusof this digital ageis no one can see mesobbing as i lieand tell them i am fine it’s snowing againand i am broken fifty six hourswith nopowerwith nowordwith nohope i can feel mychest tighteningas i fight the tearsthat don’t seem to stopsitting in the cardreading going backinto that frozen helltime for the earlymorning […]
i trace my fingers along the spirals of the fossil, the calcified ridges rough against the callous callused touch of my absent wandering Wonder me into realization, Take my stubborn appetite and what goes beyond fault on my thornless primrose path of soft ash and inky toes i fall happily into the cracks willingly exploring […]
a power outage is temporary a power outrage is brewing as the poor freeze in the ghettos yet there is no relief In sight. infrastructural failings as the sky turns gray above more snow is coming with no plan in play how does the state make up for this catastrophic ineptitude? they won’t because fuck […]
brittle.at the edgeof my serene ifeelbroke. yet strangely.complete it is warmunder all theseblanketsyet the comfortersoffer no comfort. the worldis a mazeof amazingnothingnessdappled withshades of longing. i see herin the darkyet i cannottouch her. that is true hell.held beneath the icebrittle.at the edgeof my serene.
vague nothing seemingly deep explanation metaphor nothing still. quasi intellectual statement (misworded) turn the message to now shine a light on the writer feigned humbleness. repeat vaguely while still keeping the light on the writer without saying a word with depth. repeat daily to thunderous applause. a gift of celery words they crunch but are […]
it is seven in the morning it is forty seven in my apartment and it is one degree outside been without power twenty nine hours now and i just want to feel something except this bone deep frozen depression. my heart aches as the scent of wildflowers hangs in the still air yet i am […]
criminal misuseof basic prosedisguised in selfaggrandizing linesit justmakes me sadthese gamesplayed by childrenpretending atpious preachingcast as poetry. online lothariosnarcissistic saintsusing artless attemptsto bring old eyeswith zero interestin whatever snake oilthese thieves peddle. poetry is sacrednot a chess pieceto be played as checkersby clumsy pretenders. but you wouldn’tunderstand thatyou’d have to be ableto see past yourselveslong […]
i can seemy breathlaying in bedtwelve hourswithout power. i can see youwhen iclose my eyesignoring the coldfor a kiss from you. my eyelidsfeel heavyunder these blanketsdaydreamingabout you. there are daysthe world feelsout to get meif it can go badit will. but when iclose my eyesyou are thereand i rememberit’s not so bad.
a perk about being hopelessly romantic, when the power goes out and the wind chill is below zero all those candles you have for sobbing romantically can raise the ambient temperature by a few degrees may have to die alone but not in the dark or frozen. when they find my ice covered corpse the […]
it is ten degrees outside, and i would give just about anything to hold you tight and sleep til summer. i just really fucking need you, my love. scoot closer, i have poems to kiss along the back of your neck.
poets should come with warning labels skull and crossbones printed on their pretty little tongues danger! in all caps (you’ll have to imagine that) a list of possible effects may cause: prose odes insufferable longing madlypassionatelove desire dreams hopes and most importantly: once you’ve become a poet’s words how do you ever want to be […]
in the moments between moments, there, my love for you screams loudly to echo off everything; i woke to a world covered in snow muted by the heavy flakes the only sound i heard was your name carried on my pulse i could not say with any certainty if it was the cold or simply […]
anxiety rocket fuel coursing through my insubstantiality haven’t been able to relax. cooking. cleaning. not writing. incomplete words keep me fretting. trapped in constant motion yet no matter how i try never moving where i desire. not sure how i fucked it all up but the raw nerves lit up with crackling burst of doubt […]
[golden bells with coppery notes juniper berries, exsanguinated in the prepubescent moon’s low gravelly tones, crooning dirges to rattle the mountainside with malignant sapience, earth sighs in clay lumps and tectonic need] ~alienated in the sudden sodden banality, benign beams of ultraviolent ideation waxing on the weightlessness of molten dreamslurry~ the sparrows sing for my […]
there are days when i feel strapped to the brass gears ticking ever forward thrusting me ever closer to being ground to paste pulped as my juices slowly clog the precision timing until all that remains of my disambiguous remains seizes the perpetual notion machine ensconced in calciate striations that spell her name in cursive […]
a tentative tendril of pain, slithers sinuously through my swollen sinal cavity, signalling a surrender to my rational pleas for release; daytouched nightmares abound, sallying forth through this rupture of malfeasanced woe, an ever shifting ball of icy dissonance in static dismay; my sense of self has fallen into this pearl crusted conch, the tides […]
the kids are sleeping the world is silent except for the wind the bastard never seems to stop howling even as everything is at peace; i am staring up at the ceiling cold and miserable my face hurts my ear hurts and the goddamned words ~my usual salvation of sorts~ well the cursor keeps flashing […]
it is hot hot hot as hell as piss (hotaspissinhell) it is hot. for the love of god it is cold cold as hell (freezingfrigidteethchattering) it is so very cold. tepid turgid tropic turmoil. none all i do not know not really. it is cold cold cold cold and i feel so consumed by these […]
the sparrows have decided to avoid the storm and take refuge on my porch they are lined up on the grill lid watching me watch them i am not sure what it is they see when they hop little eyes locked as i whisper poems about you, my love they seem nearly as enthralled as […]
can’t tell if it is snowing small crystals wafting slowly to the icy concrete or if the world is slightly granulated in the cold with this aching need for you can’t tell a lot of things in this eerie fogbank that fills the frost lined hallways in my mind i told you i love you […]
i am an empty suit of armor, a sword scabbard, a stump, a target, a thin sheen of ice along her pulmonary painstutter watching the frozen world spin backwards, every good intention reversed, every utterance of love gone unseen, unread, unwanted vitriol and virtuosity evenly decrease the viscosity that keeps my steam powered heart vibrating […]
a feeling of insignificant frustration percolates through my insular broken i miss the sun or mattering but neither are on the horizon so i clutch my aching silence tight to my chest for simple lack of anything else
the sparrow flits from branch to branch on the slow moving canal behind the industrial park that looks much the same as every other industrial park in this rundown section of the ass end of the city the mallard dives i am unsure for what unsure if he is aware of why but he dives […]
the edge of the knife carefully peels the detritus clinging firmly to this acrimony leaving a spiral indentation tracing every lost ventricle of hope. in this hollow hedgemaze of emotional hostaging all that is left are discarded rinds bated breaths and the still warm misconceptions leading away from home.
my cold tin heart beaten into form by the callously disregarded sighs regurgitated in soulless embers of these dreamscarred wispy unoblivions frozen in amethyst these alabaster lies on the subtle edge of brittle recompense left drifting alone the incidental wreckage swirling sapphire sorrows in my scarecrow brain my love is a bucket of filthy water, […]
no sun today just the miserable promise of rain and cold shivering on the couch a lack of sleep a lack of concern drifted off soundly as the alarm sounded left feeling just as unimportant as always on a below freezing morning spent staring out the window wishing softly for something more but frankly sick […]
hey dad. just me. i got my first hardcover today has my name on the spine. you’d be so fucking proud. but you don’t have a clue. i was pretty much a collosal fuck up took you dying to straighten me up by breaking me down. but i started writing. to maybe ease the ache […]
driving through a winter storm to little town texas lost in you as the windshield ices over lone sand trucks monitor the bridges the only way to combat winter in texas is to just stay home yet here i am ninety miles away at ninety miles per hour ignoring the conditions outside just feeling those […]
as the blade runs down my chest i bleed technicolor in a world of gray nothingness each droplet of spectral malfeasance poisoning the colorless painschism that exists in this contradictory hellscape of monochromatic self serving delusionary malpractices i am nothing in a world made of ashes daydreaming of her
dopesick. lovesick. shiveringallaloneinthe darknessofanotherdayin myownpersonalhellspent missing you.
the pressurebehind my eyeshas the worldin a falsesense of half speedas i struggleto containthe rapid eruptionsraging throughmy inner ear so i dothe only thingi know i throw everypiece of mybroken intoloving her letting go ofthe acheinflaming myevery otherinsipid thoughtpouring accelerantover the infernoshe igniteson my everyraging desire