my thoughts echo and tell me that is is the way this is the right thing to do these words bounce off the walls in the empty hollow sewer drain that is my mind and then i see you at the end the tunnel a silhouette, that vibration? it's my heart it's late.
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
I feel like I'm a volume button. When the voices in your head get too loud or the static silence of your loneliness becomes unbearable you frantically hit the volume up button, using me to drown it out. You say that I'm your lighthouse, your guiding beacon. You say that I am the voice of … Continue reading et tu, brute?