Nobody. : Writing

raw morning

raw morning

A Poem by Nobody.


half awake/ dreams bleed through/ day begins
sleepy

sleepy

A Poem by Nobody.


the sacred surrender to nothingness
black tie my hands

black tie my hands

A Poem by Nobody.


poem
Wicked Weedery

Wicked Weedery

A Poem by Nobody.


wierd one
from the yellow park bench

from the yellow park bench

A Poem by Nobody.


an other twis ted cit y sc ape
half empty bottle of sin

half empty bottle of sin

A Poem by Nobody.


broken heart, drowned liver, twisted mind...and WINDMILLS! WOOOoooooHooooOO!
thank God for the number 6

thank God for the number 6

A Poem by Nobody.


a day at the bus stop a few years back...took the reality...put a bit of spin on it purely for sick self-gratification...not ashamed.
nostalgia and pain

nostalgia and pain

A Poem by Nobody.


a frantic head-wagger and . . . IT RHYMES! lol!
how it really happens

how it really happens

A Poem by Nobody.


the strange and wonderful process of almost understanding what enlightenment isn't
Saturday Morning Hurt

Saturday Morning Hurt

A Poem by Nobody.


the kind of hurt that reforms perceptions .... is the kind of hurt that kills condusive to becoming more human....yes worth it.....NEVER