i feel elliptical in solipsistic waves there is no truth except in knowing ourselves all else is potentially a construct created to explain the chaos inherent we are birthed from a fast sperm and a receptive egg hoisted from the embrace of nonexistence screaming and red faced and from then on crawl inexplicably back to […]
i keep drawing spirals anxiety channeling my inner junji ito my manic madness spinning sketching spirals inside of spirals growing dizzy yet unable to stop like my thoughts blazing across the tinder of my rain starved mind waiting for the next disaster to pummel this fragile house of cards the scratching of pencil against the […]
i connect the stars with fishing line creating a net to elucidate this feral longing clawing at the back of my throat carefully knitting a tapestry from the open mouths of dying poets screaming hoarse curses into the setting sun grasping at the bars of enforced solitude while salvation stays just out of reach behind […]
in a fit of sleeplessness i slowly began a dissection of every scrap every morsel of this charade the neighbor revs the engine loudly greeting the sun a cockless rooster mechanically crowing shaking the walls sending ripples on the ebon percolation i stir the coffee mindlessly tired tiredly mindless pointedly circular with poor circulation unoxygenated […]
hello (insert name here) i have been writing slowly, in fits and starts after having been nigh worthless due to illness. a mild case of the plague that has afflicted the ruddy blue marble, a sickness that was all but impossible to avoid due to my job. yes, i still toil at the same job. […]
the crows outside the in-and-out have grown fat ignoring the berries on the branches turning their beaks up at the scattered seeds they sit watching every transaction waiting for the fleshies to drop a fry sipping water from the cracked concrete preparing their palate for deep fried joy and i sit at the gas station […]
on those rare occasions when the coffee is just cool enough to sip the sparrows flit out on the porch and the storms seem a million miles away i seek to encase the soft moments of peace in amber as reminders that not everything is a precursor to the end of existence. little do i […]
she has this ability when she tells me that she loves me it always comes out in cursive i am strapped in to ride the loops and swirls of that phrase that fills my emptiness with little flashes of electrical bliss as i force my eyes to stay open so every second is burnt along […]
when i read too muchbukowskii find myselfgrowing surlyas if infectedby his grumpiness. he painted the worldin red wine strokesthat bled anypreconceptionsfrom the tatteredfabric of reality. he never sugar coatedthe hell of livingfocusing insteadon the hairy moleon the chinsof the whores thatdrank his beerand stole his heart. chain smokingwhile banging the keyshalf cockedand over fullof persnickety […]
i dislike the silence it is cloying sucking the life from my soul the only thing i dislike more is the incessant chatter of other people like me that cannot stand the silence so maybe it isn’t the quiet so much that i really dislike just the lack actual conversation that is grinding my patience […]
i sat alone in a dimly lit lecture hall indistinct faces watching as i nervously leafed through pages covered in scribbles i couldn’t quite translate to words the faceless ones murmured discontent as i tried to read the words that swam in front of my disbelieving confusional gaze shadows stood barking angry questions demanding answers […]
if the sun exploded it would take about eight minutes before we knew that it happened i would imagine in that brief period i would have sent all my love to you at least one time just an absent look out the window your smile locked in the errant thought and a soft contented smile […]
i am the cause of my miseries and there is something indefinable knowing this simple truth a sorrow that wells blood from an open wound to slowly drown the last vestiges of happiness from this raisin soul. i am negativity in a photo surrealist piece of avant garde suicideaology. spitting curses in self directed malaise […]
i yearn to sleep in not because the five restless hours leaves me in a fog where the simplest ideas take too long to percolate down from cobwebbed brain to unmoving fingers but to wait for the sun to break forth and remove the distillate of night from the unbroken sky the thought of waking […]
it took a month before they found brautigan’s body he killed himself in september but wasn’t discovered until late october he had grown depressed reclusive despondent still writing but unwilling or unable to escape the dark i wonder how long it will take them to find mine if brautigan was a well known writer and […]
my emotions are off kilter happiness feels foreign while bouts of wracking sobs pass through without warning i knew as i spun around the bed schrodinger’s fool consistently getting up on the wrong side today would be trying there is a deficit of happy chemicals leaving a haze of sorrowful anger that seasons every stray […]
an affluence of perturbations keeps my flesh vessel carefully taut with the random enumerations of uncontrolled anxiety vile thoughts orbit my satellite skull eclipsing the sun in regular intervals sluicing shadows where once there were none carefully combing through my inadequacies with oversized tweezers to pluck hearty lies from glimmers of truth leaving swollen pores […]
haunted by mannequins dream marionettes that chatter in heartspun dessications as marble eyes blankly reflect the desert of misplaced emotional investments drooling ashen remorse over quivering lips a mudslide of lovelorn letters unrealized as culpable disinterest is lavished in the emptiness of a fleeting lover’s gaze a faulty valve leaking pulmonary misbelief dripping blackened sludge […]
the days grow shorter as the reciprocation of sunshine grows faint i am no flower carefully tended to kissed by the light in a bed of softly whispered fevered passions just another weed given the same curt attention desperate to stand out but left wilted as the effusion is diluted among the parasitic growths sitting […]
occasionally when i write it is warnings to a potential me one unburdened by the rusted chains of depression i send missives into the chaos as warnings to these cast off other versions that read them in fevered dreams from which they wake covered in sweat panic racing as they reach over to feel the […]
a rancid stench fluctuating this effluvium of the corpse of childhood abandon the last wafting notes motes of spore from youth gone sour sweat streaked instabilities a haze of degrading hormonal rescindency bleaching promises shells long discarded in cardboard boxes far from the kiss of the turbulent seas a pollution of greasy rancidness effluvium dripping […]
as i stared up fingers interlaced behind my head at the infinity of lights flickering through the evening sky i saw a great rent a tear across the ebon eternity and felt a chill in the face of this cosmic laceration an undulation of murky darkness that slithered with a strange serpentine pungency and i […]
the aether shakes as a wellspring of irradiated insolence erupts into being as these thoughts of self insignificance flood the banks with the silence of thought i exhale sorrows as every inhalation levies an iruption of anxieties and loathing shimmering the webs crisscrossing my mind there is a spider sitting perched in the dark of […]
my errant thoughts keys tied haphazardly to kite strings sent afloat among the thunderclouds always brewing within the hollow bone confines of my skull each strike sending joules coarsing igniting a whirling dervish of lavender sparks and sometimes when my balance is just right i ride along the discharge tracing stories from the chaos of […]
in this heliocentric stasis of wonder she is the sun in which my entirety revolves a lone bastion of beauty in a galaxy of utter hopelessness magnified devoid of dream she is a steady reminder an arrow always pointed at the dessicated echo of my heartbeat as it wheezes across the darkened skies of night […]
an incessant buzzing a mask of angry tarantula wasps stinging an endless assault of anxiety screaming i have lost track in the needles which is happening which is metaphorical i wonder draped in miseries a whore in my finest rags is this hell this incessant throb a dull ache that has only truly dulled my […]
the moon has a hollow cast as it stares down morosely at the sea pockmarked sorrow in wan yellow dismay over churning ebon desperate to reflect the shimmering orb unaware of sullen lunar malaise knowing only the tug of gravitational haze a puppet with gossamer strings flailing spasmodically on melancholic currents
i pen these thoughts to make them real enough to be ignored much the same as how the world turns its blind eye towards the heartmash of agonies that scar my face and body i cannot taste nor smell yet i unwittingly find i am forced to endure the nagging stings of my own neverending […]
reality is known for its rampant intrusion disrupting the insular delusions cast by my own imbalanced perch at the precipice of hell as etched into my soul lady depression loves to run her fingers down my aching tender in these moments of my own desperate sorrows making painblossoms bloom over every suicidal daydream she whispers […]
inside out speeding full force into a wall a ragged smear of regurgitated bile dripping on the freshly scrubbed linoleum of a hellish restroom at the ass end of this disambiguously disingenuous life every word uttered swallowed by silence my depression a constant reminder of the lives ruined for having crossed my black cat path […]
no matter how deep emotions may surge my countenance only tends to inspire the briefest cardial impermanence forever as counted in moments rather than years or months or days my taste carries the faintest hint of lethe so every passionate kiss is one more towards the eventual forgetting pulling me in ever father as they […]
i have tried picking at the rust colored scabs that dryly cling to my vacant soul but all that remains are flecks of dust veins gone empty brittle tubes with nothing more to drain a miscalculation of tepid coagulation leaving a statue to failure frozen in place. there is nothing of beauty nor of hope […]
the morning breeze sweeps through this incorporeality a soft reminder that spirits have no real significance to the world of the living as a long day begins rattling rusted chains leaving cupboards ajar planting painted stones in the foolish hope a kernel of subtle interest is enough to resurrect a damned soul long enough to […]
bound nude in chains to the splintered mast as the ship rocks forced near to tipping by the ice cold waves watching in fury as the crew gives final fearful looks as they slink off in the last of the leaky wooden lifeboats my every exhalation of agonized anger draws emerald strikes from the roiling […]
my every cell began vibrating the moment my eyes opened and it has been a constant state of agitation filling the abject misery with these electrifed hornets of sheer anxiety. i cannot choke down the worry nor can i pinpoint the cause as every thought is dipped in panicked toxins. even the sparrows shriek a […]
centipedes scratching crawling down this blood flecked esophageal distress winding down along the bands of steel restricting oxygen to starving lungs subverting sanguine suffering on this sanity stricken sunday of miseries interjected with rabid self-inflicted sadism insects claw just beneath the sandpaper skin inflamed with sicknesses alternating from arabesque to regressed a culmination of mental […]
she sometimes finds it difficult to try and navigate the currents of my melancholy matter of factness as every word i manage to flatly mutter gets caught like dust in the back of my throat i am a series of catastrophic misunderstandings made all the more unmanageable through my tangle of unruly threads scattered about […]
these mornings when the illness clings fifteen hours of sleep seeking god’s reflection in the silverware demanding answers to questions uniformly unformed sick with a mouth coated in coagulated heart blood unable or unwilling to wake drowning in silence as every dream lacquered wish falls flaccid a fish suffocating mere inches from the sea laying […]
lately there seems to be this undercurrent of the world ending in every shuddered breath an anxious indecision rusted blades piercing tetanus seeps deeply coating every errant whim yet still i seek to wrap moonbeams into a tiara to place upon your most perfect brow trying to decipher the pulses of the stars into another […]
i woke before the sunand spat all of my sadlittle lost boy dreamsinto the insipid aethercrushed my hopes upwith every unanswered prayerand tossed them alldirectly into the lake i watched them poisonthe waters as the fishfloated to the toppale bellies reflectingthe light of anall too indifferent sun i am so goddamned tiredof always being sogoddamned […]
the edge of the blade traces tight upon skin gently slicing patterns carving ever deeper into musculature down to ivory bone to before the wounds have time to well with thick gouts of pulsing blackened blood which he catches carefully in bottles and jars into which he will dip the feathered quill deeply only to […]
draped in dire depressioninfinite in weighty sighsthe wind howling throughthis labyrinth of hollow bonepummeled by the grit ofeverything i will never becinders of dreamspite terrorburning gray skin fromthe emaciated frame of hopefalling ever farther fromthe misrecollection of lighttrace your fingers alongthe sigils carved into theeffervescent painthistleswhere the darkness burrowsinto heartspasm melancholiafracturing the catastrophicmeaninglessness of existenceinto […]
for everyone that says misery loves company i seem to be miserable just fine on my own maybe it means we seek to bring others down to suffer along with us but that is awfully shitty and i can handle all the misery the world can muster silently suffering alone
her smile lingers across my mind like the moon in the afternoon sky yet the distance makes this sorrow hasten through my tender as rain on a sunny day
each morning i wake more tired than the day before angry hornets buzz in my skull shaking my every thought until all i can think is how i long for eight more hours of simulated death driving to the the first call which is a never ending series of stupidities lazy people unwilling to work […]
the more i read the more i realize every great discovery is based off greed the great explorers searched for gold or trade routes from which they would acquire more gold philosophers peddled ideaologies for pennies more concerned about food in their bellies scientists seeking to turn lead into gold accidentally leading to discoveries they […]
transcendentalmass deviationfollowing the curve ofmadnessin incidentalrecursionsawkwardly into theheart of matters i forgetam i meor am ithe shadowof a dancingflameinnocuousand franticshimmeringfully dressedin nothingnessa broken prismplayingnightmares alongyour naked form only existingin palpitationsarhythmic by designflawed at the atomicboss level of decay a fading whistlerustling the last leafof summer’s distrustenigmatic rotto vanish inautumn’s embrace
my poisoned quill can find nothing but sorrowful snatches of insipid verse the words dipped in the darkest depression as i seek out silver longings behind every cloud raining my own insignificance in oil stained puddles that leech the color from ashen horizons it is easy to lose myself in the whorls of eternity a […]
the world melts into hypnagogic transience as i sit seeking her in the chaos above me swirls of obsidian a knife’s edge in shimmering oblivion sheers the heartstrings until the muscle hangs fractured in rapture wheezing machines bellow clouds of billowing night a thinkness of thought ensnared in rigorous denial falling into elliptical electron orbits […]
the window is coated in dust and the light flitering through seems to be aged lending a gravitas to the miserable day’s proceedings lying still as internally wars are waged my skull is the beaches as d day soldiers storm my battered unbattened hatches wheezing mustard gas nocturnes in three quarter time filtered over by […]
over the summer we had entire weeks now we have the weekends and they go so fast and it goes from empty to happy and snaps back to empty before any of us has a chance to breathe and suddenly i am alone and it is too fucking quiet to alone in this fucking head
there is an overflow from the weeping wound of meandering heartgasms a spillage seeping soundlessly from beneath the rotunda of trapezoidal painschism as a cool wind of stasis embraces the enigmatic spine of encumbered annoyances i wilt in a storm of ashes wishing one ember would ignite my weary frame
i wander lost seeking familiar faces but the skin is stretched deforming former friendships do humans molt like snakes shed themselves leave wan skinsleeves for new malevolent spirits to inhabit? it must be hard being friends with or goddess forbid falling in love with an unnatural disaster a shaken cocktail of chemically imbalanced bipolar surges […]
when i try to speak bubbles of rancid filth form between my lips a gurgling choking fills esophageal spasms as poisoned thorns pierce the illusionist leaving dream to congeal a globular hellscape of bilipid disaster the world has decreed today is one for silence as i stumble miserably through shadow dappled ache seeking solace in […]
i lie still in the darkness a grub a maggot a caterpillar the blanket cocoon tightly wrapped as i struggle go find comfort i am a shadow the shadow of a shadow the reflection of the night sky from the heart of black hole i am an insignificant speck a squiggled line inside the eyelid […]
when i die cremate my remains crush up the big bits of bone and mix me in with a solution of ink and spread me across the page rewrite each of my odes to my love let my every drop flow through the wildflowers dancing in her bottomless brown eyes use me up in a […]
i sit alone remnants of dream cling to my sullen sleep filled mind the phantom feel of her hand still entwined with my own as the slumbering sun rests beneath the eastern horizon her smile lighting the darkness of waking without the succor of her lips to wake the morning sky. i cut myself letting […]
the room is lined with cathode ray sets tuned to dead static a million buzzing flies crawling inside a vacuum of light sifting through the chaotically ordered mediations of meditation as the tentacles rise from the murky depths a kaleidoscopic view into bubbling madness pinpricks dancing feverishly in disharmonic fits calling fervently in guttural moanings […]
standing beneath this yellowed sterility too brightly lit in the pungency of dawn ebon feathers swirl lazy circles spinning ever downward to block the sun in this semi-hysterical malaise of dismay lackadaisical hunters resting on the jutting ivory ribcage of euthanized dreamslurries swarms of biting flies drawn to the stench of honeyed words gone sour […]
her smile shivers in the shallows of heartspun wonder a sounding travelling into the silt and sand of my neritic soul phantom fingers trail in the miscast foam of viridescenct disambiguation sending spikey chills rippling waves of doubt egg shaped idioms distorting placid vistas beneath dying starlight in swarms of chalky misremembered mistakes muffled lunar […]
the sunlight drizzled syrupy and surreptitious in colorless saturation as i lay unmoving after a long night of unrest unfazed by the new phase of an old routine rerun the sands of time taken home beneath my eyelids to smooth the oblong lens sighing sightless sorrow as the sparrows trumpet another goddamn sunrise a sculpture […]
deep down inside there is an alveoli a pit so dark i fear it has never known the light scrapings of ink a whirling dervish of amniotic dismay tentacled with tiny voids in the place of suckers as the beak of a great beast calls a sinuous form sliding in the soulcurrents waves of pulsing […]
loneliness is pedagogical as much as there is to learn from others nothing teaches so poignantly searing words deep into blistered skin branding thoughts ever winding until every possibility each disparate branch has been searched poked and prodded leaving an expulsion organs draped flailing about like fish suddenly out of the water and incapable of […]
camus said that the absurd is a confrontation of the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world if we cannot be one hundred percent certain than we can only be certain in ourselves while acknowledging the only true certainty is in uncertainty thus humans swim just above this ever present uncertainty electrified gelatin […]
i churn the ugliness i see in the mirror out the window all around me into pellets of melancholic beauty that i spit over the fence to grow like weeds just out of sight infusing each poetic mumbling with a sense of self worthlessness at odds with my all encompassing love for her the scent […]
a faint shivering courses coarsely cursing in cursive down open palms where fingertips smolder like cones of opium incense intensely incensed retroaggressively progressed through recessionary recourse my heart is a sparrow hopping on bone a puffball of brown whistling an empty ode oafishly opining on indecent descents a canary island of mine fumes and fungus […]
tired slips between the folds in my brain coating every thought as i coax my tongue to twist the syllables of your name in a way to summon you through the electrified aether an incantation of my utmost adoration in a series of sleepy kisses dripped slowly honey across your skin a dedication in desire […]
there are moments when the chaos calms the random noise of a billion souls screaming inchoately quiets for a second the clock face stutters the hands shaking and it feels as if right at that instant the universe shows a defined path through the emptiness inherent in accidental existence i have been known to stare […]
the conrete barricadeslaid in uneven rowsjut out across the centerand i cannot followthe road is driving mefarther from herfarther from sane home is a just a hazyrecollection of painsi burn my fingerprintsacross the atlas of hope following out of stateplates as they fleethis present state of distressrepressed in the throesof driving into the sunor off […]
i carve crescent moons into doorways draw little suns in the dust on windowsills and trace comets down the walls of the hallway on my way to bed i see the stars in your eyes the swirling cosmos lacks your depth as sneak peaks a wobbly lensed hubble lost in the vacuum of space my […]
in my insomnial wonderings as i lay staring up into the darkness my mind mining misery forming empty verse or a question conspires to insert itself in my soft tissue sometimes causing a pearl to grow as i lacquer layers of translucency over this foreign substance subcutaneously irritating my emotional inconsistencies i know that i […]
she paints her lips with the ashes of never kissing me gently taking away my ability to recall the taste of anyone but her she spreads glitter the crushed shells of hope across her perfect breasts and as she rocks back and forth upon me a hundred thousand prayers come to life before my unbelieving […]
i am consumed by the constant nibbles of my own fleeting mortality unable to sleep drifting between haunted sepulchre and hated soliloquy the marble dust clings to sweat soaked skin as i carve a last unread verse before sliding down six feet beneath the ground that remained indifferent at best to my every movement shoulders […]
it rained today harder than it has since summer reared her angry smile i fell between the raindrops as they kicked up dust on the parched earth exploding into mushroom clouds of sparse hydration to feel the cool rain wash away the sins rivulets of tar streaming down my face always half a second too […]
my eyes snapped open as the alarm sang i managed to string three hours in a row yet the tired clings to my shaky bones a thin veneer of skeletal hoarfrost i have managed to second guess my way through three near sleepless evenings tearing apart all of my life in summation repeating my mantra […]
i am made of matter that doesn’t seem to matter stardust from the least bright star unphotogenic photons battered and bruised mildew in the milky way mummified by distraction interred in disinterest a corpse in a copse of petrified trees a piece of trash in the cacti needles needlessly insignificant indulgently bland gas passed through […]
poetry by autopoiesis a corruption of culmination trawling this stagnant stream of dead dreamers casting nets for milk-eyed lurkers beneath a thick layer of subcutaneous heart shit this fecund assortment of abandonment with rusted hooks fleshy mechanical pumps affixed to leaky tear ducts forcing fluid from ocular woe to ovulatory alliteracies carving chum from scar […]
lost in the whorls of this aleatory allegory thusly inscribed in the fibonacci sequence inherent in this fossilized nautilus unscribed in lime a rhymeless misery of wanton syllabic abuse predators rest burrowed downdowndown in the silt of settled dreamshatter husks unblinking unthinking while the world is steadily sinking into the fat deposits of prepubescent godlings […]
the latest military debacle in a series of military debacles the never ending war machine doesn’t care if the results are wins or losses since the nazis the ominous threats have been a series of pissing contests measuring dicks and pretending at virtue makes me remember the vietnam vets with haunted eyes i grow up […]
she doesn’t know which will draw out whatever poor bastard she has set her vacant sights upon so she vacillates shifting rapidly between bodhisattva her every movement dripping lavishly false promises of a nirvana that it seems never truly existed amd playing victim demanding attention with false tales of traumas never experienced unsure if it […]
i put down my last ten bucks on the trifecta for the fourth race no knowledge of what a trifecta is supposed to be or how to read the stats on the ponies but i left it up to sheer chance and as i figured as they rounded the final turn to the cheers of […]
seems to be a full time job manufacturing emotional breakdowns a flurry of pleas to be seen to be heard seems to be exhausting this constant need for validation seems to me i don’t understand the machinations the prerequisites of self delusion in taking pity as a placebo to fill the spaces in a fictitious […]
i have become ensnared in these non-euclidean geometries slip sliding in between presient states of unbeing. deep beneath known gnome sanctuaries in maggot ridden constanbularies of petrified dusky wooden refrains clanging chains of rusted solidarity chatter hollowly into the chasm of midnight’s dark gaze. upon the silent wings the great owl infused with chaos crackling […]
a bubbling pot of gumbo does little to ease the sorrow of a final sunday before school inexplicably begins again the dying hours of a final weekend none of us wants to end summer vacation went by far too quickly our weeks together a blur of joy before being relegated to four days a month […]
some nights the oneiric insights speak of childhood fears some nights they show me and her the wildflowers heavy on the spring breeze as we lie staring up at the blinking lights her smile more beautiful than any constellation seen by man i learned a long time ago looking backwards is a foolish gambit there […]
there is a hesitancy in the sclerotic heartbeat of the world. a rigidness in the swaying corpsedance a flayed meandering of rancid loss. as silence makes love to the gasping wheeze of sorrowful cardial detraction the calcium deficient bones of dream flake to chalk filling in the viridescent form of serpents coiled into the shape […]
beset by shadows in this hysterical hierarchy of heavy handed harvesters and a confluence of crows there is no color in this repugnancy of gray a series of ever deepening ligature marks crisscrossing fetidly weeping wounds a cross section of infection in plasticized ergonomics wretchedly retching staining marble edifices shattering strained glass reiterations of sullen […]
devalued reduced to an anthropomorphic participation trophy devoid of thought cast away at the prospect of easier emotional divestmencies enter the frame a rusted cage relegated to rot in this sepulchre of sundered dismay a hellscape littered with trash sodden pamphlets promising eternal salvation a demure lure as sirens howl to pull the vessels against […]
there are days where the golden diffusion mutes every other shade a photon bombardment leaving me bloodied and heaving unable to face the day where the anchors catch on wreckage far below the effusion a cyclical malaise of broken breaking dreamdust spirals as all but the ache slowly fade away there are nights where the […]
i prefer mondays if given a choice of the seven days mondays suit me fine sundays are too packed with the last minute details in preparation for this newly born week tuesdays are busy things are in order but chaos reigns so the best laid plans are scattered in the undulating woe wednesdays are as […]
he is nothing but a cat’s toy exciting while still brand new then discarded only inciting interest when he becomes the object of another’s attention a toy for a petulant cat that only wants what someone else adores feigning disinterest but always watching
i am a painter combining the hues of mania and depression into new shades of endless misery i prefer the original colors deep blue depression wild lilac mania these are rivers i can navigate familiar like the back of my mother’s hand it is when they swirl i lose pieces of myself in the froth […]
i have lost track of when the tears went from joy to loss to frustration then to hope when i became dessicated bereft of liquid and only stardust fell down chapped cheeks a grape does not dream of being wine nor raisin it hangs happily part of the bunch absorbing each ray of sun it […]
i am perched a gargoyle monstrous in design ugly by necessity watching as the city sleeps i am sat upon a throne of lies self styled monarch sceptre clutched as my kingdom burns around me the executioner cuts the umbilical sending the sand to gently flow as the last connection is severed we slowly die […]
i feel the icy phantom hands grasp at my leg through the torn meniscus of hope clutching feebly trying to draw the last bit of warmth from the corpse of dream i hear the cacophonous dead as they parade goose-stepping along the scattered shattered fragment of wonder stripped callously from the wide open gaze of […]
i long to be the grass beneath her bare feet the breeze swirling in her lungs the sunlight upon her soft skin and the love making her pulse race she is my first thought upon waking my last before sleep and the spectre i chase in dream i am a fool with a carefully restrained […]
the rains began somewhere out over the mountains the jagged spires that dare pierce the emptiness of the heavens awash in reticence as the gales pound the ancient stone the tall grass sways in the valley as the birds of prey take flight in search of rabbits frantically seeking warrens in the cool soil starless […]
i get lost occasionally i fall through the cracks in the wall or through time the past still crushes the future uncertain as i curl into a ball afraid of the now i am presently tense in this present tense anxiously anxious unable to calm my brain willfully unwilling to engage in my worries yet […]
i sat staring out the window seeking to encapsulate this feeling that squirms throughout my entirety her beauty etched into my mind’s eye her laughter bubbles in my blood her voice sends shivers of ecstasy racing down my spine it is impossible to sum up someone so magnificent with a party twenty six letters there […]
she raised a manicured finger towards, her phone vibrating across the desk, grabbed it and said ‘hello’ i was trapped in her small office working on the small machine ‘i don’t give a fuck what miracle the doctor performed, explain to ne exactly what DNR means’ i grab my tools and nake fir the door, […]
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