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The narcissistic satyr plays his flute in the windowsill focusing only on the notes he plays, oblivious to the sce..

There was silence, endless silence. My hands shook nervously and my brow was getting sweaty. Her lips hadn’..

one of my more angst-ridden poems ever

Feel the slow burn Churning in retro-time ashes mount on stereo-tops Paper trails fall with bass lines ..

There’s this feeling Burning It heats me up And burns me out Smoke is building I struggl..

A deadly beauty Hides behind soft yellow curls Only crying when the red moon turns full Lone wolf howls ..

With your fiery tongue you slay me Tear and beat me Till my essence frays and flutters down beneath me ..

He walked through a door into the unknown Where the trees shine like compact bone in a russet-crested sunset And the paper moo..

If you catch me in a shadow Its only me I have to face If you catch me in the sunlight Then I’l..

The world and what you make of it are never certain The clock keeps turning no matter how many times you ..