an internal struggle to not cast out these dreamscatter odes to gleaming heartshatter as blood bubbles well from these crimson lips a fool hiding from himself ignoring the calls ollieollieoxenfree scraping sediment from his long seasunken brain running raisined fingers against the bleached coral where hope once frolicked in faerie lights refracted off the milky […]

the curse of waking at the witching hour has returned and i can’t quite tell if it is a symptom of the cycle or residual effects of ineffectual affections from a spellslinger in the most bewitching disguise either way i vibrate at the exact speed of loneliness in doomecho serenades tracing sigils on goosepimpled flesh

trickle down apathetics decreasing the flow of endorphins to key receptors as a fool melts into a viridescent pool of his own shimmering inconsequence

every time i take a breath there is another deadline looming constricting bronchial paths until black spots flicker angrily leaving me in a heap of broken ideas cutting deep shards of silver backed slivers only showcasing the frustration in creating for others rather than tending the fires burning deep inside my soul as a lack […]

constricted by a construct which despite many uses is an abstract issuing anxieties i used to have to leave early inherent uncertainties in traffic migration need room for error now i know to the exact minute when i will arrive and i struggle to recall a time before still i sit in half empty parking […]

the early morning heat distortons gave an ominous feel to a stringent sunday as the clothes spin in a psychotic ode to cleanliness and the occidental fear of abstract divinity the goddamned words swirl in the swill of salt ringed dreamcatchers hanging limp in the humidity where wonder is a wrinkled regiment of recycled rejections […]

the scars on the inside of my eyelids match up perfectly with her crooked little grin it is no wonder i cannot force myself to fall asleep when this accursed overlay only reminds me of the constant aching of loneliness another symptom of being self aware enough to curse dreams while being too weak to […]

i might not have gotten the easiest mental disorders to live with but i got the right kind of autism in which to complain in a pretty way

i was awoken by the hand of god in tue form of pure electricity as mania grips my fevered skull now i sit longing for sleep radiating sparks unable to still the rambunctious screaming of a thousand disparate thoughts it is times like these i welcome being self blind because i am sure i wouldn’t […]

lately the ceaseless stress compounded by merciless heat has left me shattered in a state of lingering losses i am wrung out watching hope as it evaporates into scalding steam i still yearn for despite the scarring loneliness the sugar free substitute for happiness in a world of chemical alternatives turned cancerous now when i […]

i see how heavy other people’s expectations can be barnacles dragging momentum to a staggering halt i also understand not giving a fuck can push people away but any expectations you have about another person and their behaviors is no one’s responsibilty except your own it is not anyone’s purpose to fulfill your ideals and […]

i lost my voice not through sickness nor from straining simply because no one hears my whispers

viridescent puddles an eerie trail of corruption meandering sloppily as i melt under the merciless glare of the texas sun the best parts of me lines of heat distortion in syncopated heartmurmurs simmering like a mirage

i drove into a supernova the darkness eradicated by a pale shade of canteloupe flesh slowly illuminating the inside of this robin’s egg in which the world is safely ensconced shattering illusions of an ever expanding infinity just beyond the straining set of van allen belts desperately in need of having an extra hole or […]

under certain specific conditions this meat suit fades away allowing me to become a loose array of charged particles in sync with the undertow of entropical dismay seething in the dessicated heart of existence when the music is up too loud and i cease to be a catastrophe awaiting inception becoming a less than random […]

this exhaustion feels positively virulent an encroaching fugue of fickle finality in the face of frivolously fervent false facades of freedom i passed my breaking point a few mile markers back toward the incessant hellfire lapping at my lips shifted the sharp pieces of myself through the razor wire strung in the shape of cartoon […]

i am adverse to change to the point of staying uncomfortable in a familiar setting over possibly comfortable in something new so i just stay small and not rock the already near capsizing boat as another tempest of my own chosing thrashes me to oblivion

i can hear the ocean as i sit here rexplaining what i have patiently explained about fifty fucking times life is wasted on the living

this vessel veers listlessly on this tsunami of insular despair a fool elected captain drinking rum as cannonfire flares over whatever the fuck starboard is supposed to be poets shouldn’t be given any real sort of responsibilities flightly creatures as interested in splendiferous beauty and haunting ugliness in equal measure

my mind is filled with frayed knots which whisper softly when worriedly worked they are afraid not and pull themselves into a tempestuous net of entangled dejection in imagined rejections leaving me utterly and completely useless

mondays are for hoping this week goes better than the previous knowing they all slip into an indeterminable fugue of mutually assured sameness there is nothing more humans being human beings than constructing a continual loop a cozy repetition and expecting anything to actually change this fear of new routines leaves a paralysis in the […]

i fear i have become an almost human cicada i bury myself deep seven years interred down in the muck only to dig my way out and scream annoyingly until everyone has had enough of my theatrics

a fleeting flailing of fracturing fractals failing fundamentally as a fool filibusts on fragmented feelings the well has gone dry nothing but a rusted bucket dreamcorroded tchotchkes with no solidity a microcosm of inclement forevers basking in the mouldering lies halfwhispered by corpselight a ziggurat built in borderline blindspots braced by bipolarity a bastion of […]

at first i didn’t know why it was i kept running just a case of nurtured nature perhaps eventually i realized that no one was trying to catch me but it didn’t stop the need to run nor the desire of being caught now i simply flee as quickly as possible there is nothing in […]

can you judge a book by its cover if the book had no choice in how it is presented the words inside a tempest roiling barely constrained by an appearance it cannot see damning the lines into purgatory without ever truly giving it a chance?

i think i finally figured out the schism in my brain this meat vessel has shed every original cell and i am quite literally not the same person who was born on all saint’s day every seven years this reticulated fool leaves behind the faulty stardust to slither sadly into a solemn sojourn a whole […]

these soulknots seem to be restricting bloodflow a million little anxieties in an oozing clusterfuck where up is a relative directional anomaly as i spin pinned to the side of this rusted gravitron by theoretical physics early morning storms where the sun breaks the tumultuous clouds to expose a rancidity of golden inequality i am […]

i told my friend life is a serial rapist with a never ending bottle of boner pills she said it would make a good title instead it is a scab stuck to this toilet stall where i can watch the pixels drain from vibrancy into a stagnant malaise opaque like the haze of sierra dust […]

we move at the speed of light reflecting off of our incrementally decomposing meat husks in an illusion of a rapidly cycling pursuit of someone else’s dream

a sliver of a moon and a mere handful of stars glimmer over what should be a sleeping city filled to the brim with eager little dreams hard to convince a yawning fool light pollution is an actual thing and it isn’t just god didn’t pay the full electric bill and we have emergency lighting […]