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i made my own bed.wtih sheets of iceand pillows of staples.so i can lay, and seep my entrails. dripping, flowing,whether its my blood or the ice.somet..
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engraving my bones,into my composite wooden desk.the markings the same,from centuries ago. my shoes etch shadowsinto the tile beneath.dark smudges,alo..
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cleaning up,my final attempt.my bones making love,with tile in the kitchen.ghastardly stumbling.slipping in my love,poured on intricate designs.you ca..
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this one is iffy, ill probably revise it a bit
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to new beginnings, and their bitter endswe set sail to tomorrowas we try to sail away, from unwashed sins.the waters unforgiving, we'll never swim. my..
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I wrote this on my phone sitting in front of her.
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born of the sea,traveler by trade.my hand towards the stars,from your peaks i reach. o appalachia, my dearest beloved,it seems the heavens cried for t..
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it seemsthere's a storm again.brewing above,the world is restless.under a bridge,peacefully sleeps the hermit.the grass and the ferns,provide him the ..
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it could drive me insane,every breath you take.theres never been a moment,as good as enough.did you watch it fade,unfearing, never speaking?a token of..
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its funny,how worlds collide.tangled in each other,every thought, never mine.i sit, on an oak bench,overlooking the lake.with stars as false guides.th..
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