a bad habit : Writing

survival 2.0

survival 2.0

A Poem by a bad habit


a warrior, alive, bruised, mutilated.the swords his teeth, and he h u n g e r sfor the violence, the pain, the nectar, of a storm. he is a warrior; he..
heart

heart

A Poem by a bad habit


the dark temple i call my heartwhere the flowers bloomi'm flesh and bloodyou are here???? is lovethe dark temple i call my heart
king rat

king rat

A Poem by a bad habit


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art thou

art thou

A Poem by a bad habit


are you the mute dog caught under the porchof an age old house surrounded by trees,found years later mummified with skin tight to bone,dusty throat ra..
remember

remember

A Poem by a bad habit


in the grand tapestry of our daysit's memory's tendrils that forever risea story that weaves the past into nowto remind us how to breathe, to kiss, to..
passion

passion

A Poem by a bad habit


eyes locked in an intimate connectionthe dance of souls unfurls in tender embraceunspoken words convey my minds devotionsilent conversations, profound..
roots

roots

A Poem by a bad habit


hushed contemplationminds intertwined like brancheswavering in thought
survival

survival

A Poem by a bad habit


i am a warrior, alive, bruised, mutilated.my swords are my teeth, and i h u n g e rfor the violence, the pain,the nectar of a stormi am a warriori rag..