reaching

this insular feeling of sorrow radiates beneath the surface of us all suffocating the best parts of us until we hide from the light so sure we are the only ones that feel it darkness and pain as interwoven in our souls and spirit as the need for love and laughter as you sit crumbling […]

frankensteinly speaking

so this a moment outside of the poetry. just the poet illiterate communing with his readers. a moment of frank and brutal honesty. the she and her don’t really exist. the pain and depression are real. when i’m hopeful, i’m not really. like blowing on an eyelash and wanting the wish to come true. i […]