i prefer to fingerpaint in pain because agony is to be commiserated whereas happiness is enviable at best somedays this bipolar panoramic plays out in stunning contrast to a fool himself as the sun sets over contented sighs clutching joy while fragmenting is a spectacle unto its own weird wonder the chemicals sing so much […]

the day has decided to be a solid slate of dismal gray the clouds cast an eerie pall over a city filled with dreary spirits but she rests gently in my brain a golden aura washing away the dull dismalities in a rush of ideas to keep the demons at bay

it wasn’t supposed to be yet another day spent alone but we get what we get and nothing more

i wonder if after so many rebirthes does a phoenix ever tire of beginning again rising up from the ember and ash only to repeat the same vicious cycle it sounds at least to me rather fucking exhausting yet here i am trundling into yet another year no wiser nor even a bit better screaming […]

an evening fit for ghouls and death seems fitting as a fool grows steadily older than he ever expected to grow there always seemed to be a certain logic to being born the day after the veil is at its thinnest point where evils swirl just next to the living carving wards in which to […]

the weather has adopted an air of confusion as it feels cooler than it actually managed to be a subtle psychosis as the year nears its grand finale and a fool sits exhausted yet enthusiastic over what’s to come in the future which feels almost as confusing as the cool breeze on a warm afternoon […]

i feel less like a person and more like a collection of broken parts in desperate need of reconfiguring a constant struggle with perceiving leads to self discovery with a lack of depth perception from the blind eye leaking darkness into my mind hanging up tshirts after a trip to the laundromat at seven o’clock […]

basquiat taught the frenzy of creation of absorbing every tiny detail of the world around you and with a singular focus toward always twisting inspirationz into fresh wounds on the corpse of beauty the same grave remains to hold our fetid remains but those scars that is forever dontthink dontbreathe just create my friends fret […]

the poet’s curse sitting alone at 3am the silence seems so solid as the city snores a cacophony of creeping dissonance light pollution leaves three stars visible and the orange malaise of toxic haze will give the sun a sickly halo the electricity grabs my brain and sets me jittering silently so as to not […]

the city seems faded the bright sunshine absorbed into building which have lost their luster chasing problems through parking garages trying to outrun afterimages in this labyrinth made up of only straight lines there is a peculiar perpendicularness lancing ley lines to sputter and spark in turgid relapse lightning flashes over the ocean farfarfarawayfrom a […]

each morning i watch as the gradient of the sky goes from black to blue a solemn ritual of coffee mixed with poetic delusion the mania screams a supercharged bolt lashing my mind i am a tumultuous catastrophe in broken lines trickling down the spine of art a category six tempest feeding itself into a […]

the words sing in a way they haven’t for a very long time a bkeached coral chorus in chitinous chords revealing wonderland in reticulated verse what is a poet without a muse painting in ash at the altar of fiery dismays only to find anew the passion to reignite the sun with peculiar prose oh, […]

this paint by number reality leaves an acidic aftertaste as rumbling dyslexia makes the digits unrecognizable god as a painter suffers from acute colorblindness casting shades of gray in furious strokes unknowing if the hue matches any true intent she cracked open my chest with magnificently manucured nails to unleash a spectrum which washed away […]

there is a pure beauty only experienced in living while the harshest truths only show themselves in fetid decay i straddle them a modern day hel harnessing the hell which resides inside scratching out blossoms of hope in remission with a quill dipped in aortic spills i have reconfigured my dna to the point where […]

an eruption the sky ignites a deep thrombosis rupturing pink to stain the city sleeping fitfully in the throes of another nightmare brought on by artificial sweetners slipped into the water towers across the crumbling nation i cannot tell where the daydream ends and the day itself begins lost in this haze of sudden wonder […]

i feel like a crate of dynamite found after decades lost in darkness a growth of nitroglycerin crystals upon my subtly shivering frame beyond ready to explode she smiles and i know with complete understanding she will nurture a stability while encouraging the frantic need to destroy this boring status quo

night has falleni have beenlazy all dayand it felttremendousyet now in the darknessI feel guilt overthe lack of words perhaps she hasthem allstolen like my breathfallen from mystupid smileto litter the pavement here is a goddamned poemto satiate the itchbetween my earsanother sacrifice tocreativitywords to pelein hopes of evokingher in my presence

the sword of damocles hang over my head a constant reminder i linger st the edge of total annihilation can a nihilist be annihilated or is that just part and parcel in indecipherable nonsense reality is filled with heat distortions and i seek a mirage to rest a spell while i catch my breath falling […]

i go through interminable stretches where creativity is little more than a teasing whore tickling the edge of my fevered brain she shows me just enough rope to hang myself in manic curiosity to leave me longing for enough to finish the job she has deigned to shower her glorious attentions in all her splendid […]

a sudden influxof super andsecondary moonsancient cometsand the coming ofautumnal coolingleads a fool tobelieve maybethings aren’t sofucking terriblefor a little bitas long as youignore the newsand all the signsthings have nevermore fucked up small victoriessilver liningsand whatever elseis necessary tomake it thoughyet another daydip your toes intodelusion and watchit all burn away

the weatherman said a cold front was on its way yet today will be in the nineties poets are a lot like meteorologists neither really knows for sure what tomorrow will actually bring but we stand there cocksure and stupid knowing nearly every word we speak is wrong poetry and the weather two of the […]

the sky seems swollen this morning the gradual proliferation of cerulean paused in incidental bruising as engines rumbles and a fool vibrates in time with the uncertain diffusion creeping across texas today will be another in a long line of forced enthusiasm searing semi-plastic smiles on robotic faces sitting in vehicles suspended in traffic waiting […]

i think i saw the void wink at me as i gazed longingly into forever or perhaps it was a ripple where another lost dreamer dove headfirst into oblivion the illusion of choice hides the fact we only get to pick our poisons everything else is doled out without consent next time the void winks […]

i am vocal about the shitshow in my brain because keeping silent is the coward’s path the hardest part of being this way is not knowing who i will be tomorrow i want to be happy but there is always a chance something small will set off a total collapse something so tiny waking and […]

love is a temporary completion before life breaks us anew changing a fevered embrace into fresh wounds as we struggle with the pain bottled up behind our fleeting smiles i fear i am too worn down no longer capable of finishing the puzzle just an edge far removed from the glorious center more likely the […]

my mood has flatlined to the point i cannot tell if the current creativity has me nearly content or if i am so concussed by a year of failures i cannot bother with more than simply showing up i lost my place in my own story and i keep skipping around to find my bearings […]

i don’t believe in fate and i find coincidence to be exactly that the list of things i wish i believed in compared to what i have seen as truth is stark and desolate but some days the thing i wish i believed in most was myself yet when i try to figure out what […]

a trepidation in venturing out into the golden glow slowly igniting across the dark purple no one needs to see a fool who has been so uncertain as to who he is under the light where blemishes are more pronounced i struggle before trying to sleep without a grain of hope to cling to just […]

betrayals always begin as simple things then tumble into no return my mind doesn’t differentiate when lines are drawn in the sand just nukes it all into panes of painful glass to be reflected upon at a later time being friends with someone who hurts people you claim that you care about is the ultimate […]

madness isn’t something you explain it is wholly something you experience there are no answers no great epiphanies in falling apart fhere is anguish loss indeterminate stretches where nothing is sure but nothingness i can make you feel madness but after that is between you and your demons mine ask for things this life doesn’t […]

left to my own devices i cannot control the impulses if i could be anything but this meatsuit ripe with blowflies i would gratefully instead i keep taking more until i find some fucking answers deeperanddeeper so used to the spiral i forgot how to feel anything but nauseous

how fucking long does becoming yourself fucking take i have liquefied every bit of myself poured myself into this fucking cocoon and for what to not exist i need music drugs and a blow job guess i can settle on fucking myself

i mean you dont imagine bukowski standing at the urinal as the piss trickles you imagine him viral with a string flow or not at all i find life is so much better suited distorted every single person just dies i hope people remember me with a strong flow not dribbling sadly over my own […]

increasingly i just think the poetry saving all of us the hassle of typing out blathering odes i don’t even know the meaning of i just need something you know it’s all bullshit but momentarily dreams are everything i am just so tired of waking up just tired and no matter how fucking honest i […]

i feel dangerous as of late so very tired of this cage i feel so close to dying from all the things i won’t let myself taste no amount of fucking drugs or music can hope to numb what five minutes alone with you could ever satiate starve the demons so creativity bleeds and scrape […]

half blind self blind yet i see the entirety of this absurdity so clearly it makes me wonder how it all hasn’t toppled a thousand times over a slave to chemicals which spill unceremoniously across this slick where consciousness is supposed to reside we are astronauts in an atmosphere which slowly decomposes the soundtrack of […]

on occasion if you listen real closely the universe in its infinite absurdity can accidentally cast a path in the chaotic dissidence of blown out tires and broken hearts this morning i listened and went right back to bed spent too much of this temporary whatever chasing after my stupid fucking heart instead of listening […]

is the world stuttering or have i fallen into the wobble where the liquid core is sloshing causing it to jerk emphatically whenever i stop to catch my breath maybe it’s me trailing tiny cataclysms in a row behind me causing tremors leaving ruins in the shape of cartoon hearts wherever i go

last night i saw her once again haunting my dreams so i explained gently to her her constant excuses and shifting of blame in the real world meant i didn’t need to see her in dream she hurt me through neglect then pretended she was innocent as always and now i long for sweet dreams […]

being honest with one’s self when you cannot see yourself becomes another endless pursuit for answers in the funhouse of mirrors residing in chemical soaked folds amidst a lightning storm disillusioned by delusional dismay an anarchist awash with anxieies as another tsunami washes the words into a technicolor sluice where every important bit is buried […]

darkness lurks in the golden penumbra swirling specks of sickness coloring the edge of dawn in a disheartening variance of vertiginous volume which swallows nascent hopes still budding on the branch an anxious electricity crackles with each new disparity in disparaging i believe i have become two dimensional in this land of fully flawed delusionary […]

i am a dangling participle a dreary dromedary drifting aimlessly across the burning sand my soul screams in inconsolable selfenforcedsolitude leaking ink into a failing system of circulatory surrenders where her smile carves flesh from bone

the apartment shuddered as thunder rumbled across the filthy city filled to the brim with heartshatter a shifting landscape where huddled masses yearning simply to be seen slowly trundle out into the autumnal baptism washing away the scars where summer singed hope into ashes running down the swollen gutters on these cracked asphalt scars connecting […]

the breezeway seemed wider tonight in a hard to describe yet unsettling way it was the same in almost every miniscule detail except it appeared nearly cavernous nefarious in dimly lit understated tones of unbridled hostlity teeming just at the edges of vision yet the tension is palpable beyond the keen of mortals it beckons […]

i recognize the contradiction in my diction as i lay another row of bricks to cask of amontillado myself away from everyone and everything whining in semipoetic heartmurmurs for salvation from the archvillain of my story only seen in momentary glimmers on reflective surfaces as i recycle agonies to put myself in the right mental […]

these times when i don’t trust anything my broken brain projects i try to cease thinking and let instinct take over the only issue is my instincts are as faulty as the chemistry driving this meat suit skirting calamities ignoring i was the cause of as the scenery blurs and a fool is uncertain if […]

each breath feels less substantial vacuous in volume as i aspire to asphyxiation an empty vessel bereft of value the sole survivor of soul desertion in sentimental breakdowns daily forced amputees tapdancing innocently on innocuous minefields her razor wire wrapped heart bleeds belligerently in abject denials i sputter along well past my expiration dateless in […]

i cannot tell on any given day if i am witnessing a menagerie of sheer absurdity or if i am one of the unwitting performers in a prison of my own fretful design doomed to a one man breakdown in shimmering arrays of bipolar static for the enjoyment of no one whatsoever assaulted by this […]

ravenous while raving madly at the spiraling moon beset by blinding disintegrations in an absence of actualities as the sun begins the long ascent in sizzling quasimeandering tonal waves of total silence madness grips too tightly to a flailing fool contemplating drowning in an abandoned pool

it is hard not to become dejected by all the rejection to not feel defective in lack of retention when hydrogen bonds go up in flames it doesn’t take a detective to see from my skewed perspective each time another prospective avoids my detection in all the times left in the dark if i am […]

the combined turbulence between the different bpds leaves me feeling phantasmal in my own purgatorial wandering while i flounder in a pool of self doubts two inches deep drowning in a fit of mental paralysis as i wonder what it is which makes me lesser than incrementally there is no place for me in this […]

the phrase under the weather infuriates me we are all subject to full immersion in the patterns blanketing the entirety of the globe now i am under the weather while a virus runs rampant an illness not born of the clear summer skies nor from encroaching autumnal shifting i am multiplicitively under the weather when […]

a literal lifeguard watching the interconnectivity betwixt souldander surrenders perched far enough away to never quite frolic in the refreshing spray too browbeaten and disabused of the notion of joy to do more than watch my heart is the wrinkled bill which finds only rejection when used for change bleeding dayglo krylon in insipid neon […]

my work takes me to higher end apartment complexes where the most complex ideal is the terrible decorations which are meant to seem lavish yet mash together in a hodge podge which says nothing in overabundance i like to stare at the paintings seeing hidden currents in the brushstrokes to find the soul of the […]

the more people look the less i have to say as i fade into a vaguely human stain for the life of me i cannot figure out what it is they think they see an illusion in three quarter time a lapsed reason of infallible sin reminding others they are not alone while chasing echoes […]

i cannot recall the last time i drank myself into a stupor but i know every note of a hangover as mental exhaustion tickles gray matters which seemingly don’t i yearn for a connection while keeping my head down finishing out obligations so i can spill out these words of desperate longing without allowing myself […]

punchy from sleep deprivation yet electric from a quick weekend in knoxville at the tennessee book readers convention where an electic gathering of some of my closest friends spent two days laughing while shilling books a warm tinge to sheer exhaustion three days spent without my phone untethered to the electronic madness momentarily as the […]

september arrived with cooler temperatures and a blanket of rain to soothe the sun cracked dominion where wishes waste away into fine grit sandblasting happiness into dour grimaces i don’t know what to do with myself a weeklong sabbatical to prepare mentally for a weekend in knoxville surrounded by some of my closest friends feels […]

the morning drive shows a sky in strata gradient shades of pastel madnesses fulfilling a complete archaeological summation of her smile blossoming into golden splendor even as the last wisps of sleep evaporate in sullensteam to scar a world of hazel lies i exist somewhere beyond indigo bands rendered indistinguishable from the farthest reaches of […]

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 […]

there are occasions when too much help is as big a detriment as none at all it is more frustrating knowing the best intentions while being beaten into paste still

too many things too many spinning plates for a fool who can barely find the will to shower on a daily basis yet the exasperation still persists in the face of my incomprehensible anxiety and fear

i am either an anchor or a helium balloon barely tethered neither being at all ideal but we make the best of the hand we are dealt usually

there is a conventual convention in richardson this weekend one of which is a ton of fun and someplace i have no interest in occupying as my anxiety sounds a tea kettle on a ring of blue hellfire spitting a cacophony of mistladen curses into the overcast net of clouds lurking ever above us

pinwheels spinning across the corrugated facsimile of suburban dystopia where pastel heartdander dances on mercurial waves of solidarity i am lost somewhere in between phases trapped in circular hypotheses where hope sublimates into an acidic haze etching eulogies to tomorrow