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very heartfelt.. this one is.
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Lately, I’m driven to answer a question.
I might be onto something,
Like the exuberant professor that struggles to find
Sanity.
I have a ..
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When I posted this, I was so in love and so happy with where I was in life.
Now, I look back on this and sincerely miss the feeling of being desired ..
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Writing in a state of rage,
Knuckles kissed aquiescingly with the blood of my desparity,
My human concerns mean little
To the complex structure tha..
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Sometimes,
More often than not,
I sit and stare at the blend of life
Fixed firmly,
Faultlessly
In the black soil,
Leaving wafts of wavering ..
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Walking through a densely separated bush,
Heart at ease with its pulse,
Head at an alleviated state,
The trees peel open to reveal
The seven..
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I may abuse some substance,
But you’re a f*****g hypocrite
And a terrible fraud.
Sometimes I might lie
About my whereabouts.
“Bu..
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When Elizabeth Pendleton stared out into the river that gurgled leisurely before her, not far from the urbane quarters of her home, there was a heat..
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Only once we see that life is ‘but a dream within a dream’,
Masked by layers of metals and ores,
That close us in on wanting more,
Of..
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Fifteen Hours Without Substance
And I don’t know if this can last,
Don’t know if I want this to last,
This stretch of bearing life,
T..
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