if you were to try to read my palms you would know that i am cold, my skin like ice grazing your fingertips. i am the chaos; the poison running through your veins tells you to embrace me you long to find warmth in the cold and you eventually do.
i am made of porcelain. don't think me weak for I hold inside more than the average man. think of me as the great infuser. glistening silver is what i am made of; strong and durable, inside you scatter your fear and worry; i will pour out love to you in return. everyone loves me. … Continue reading i am your cup of tea
A red lens I look at you and see a mess of thick oozing crimson juice. It pools beneath a large lump of red chewed up and spit out bubblegum; I stomp on it one last time. Brittle bone pierces the sole of my foot, You pierce my soul. This is the closest we … Continue reading red lens
if only we lived in a perfect world where people who were meant to be together could simply just, be together; but a world like that is a fantasy, the real world is a much harder place in which what is meant to be, simply cannot be.
your face was a wild array of lights casting a shadow that seemed to highlight your lips that haunted me in the most alluring way.
There's always this gravitational pull when I see you. You're like this unbreakable magnet and every damn time I'm drawn to you. To this day I still can't fully explain it. I have theories though. For a long time I thought that it was because you and I were so alike, but as I got … Continue reading noose
Sometimes I don’t want to rhyme or focus on creating prose that sounds like a gentle lullaby. I don’t want to use cloaked words or phrases. This isn’t a poem, this isn’t meant to sound pretty or flow well. These are just my thoughts. I don’t sleep anymore. There are way too many things to … Continue reading just lazy writing