I’m here again, dabbling with spear tips, I’ve had it to here, with calloused frontiers. This is an embarrassing feeling, I’m proud to say I ain’t a coward derailing. Just kidding, the power I flail gets devoured on the daily. Challenges showered, descaling, howitzer spinning towards the phalanx I’m fighting, Towering titan, there’s a cleverContinue reading “If You Read This, It Isn’t Too Late, But I’m Extremely Sorry: Chronicles of Chaos”
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BROKEN WALLS: Dissonant Whispers and Unforgiven Apologies
There are lies that I tell, with no repercussions in sight, Roll over for the fallout, mushroom smoke, destruction tonight. Blood on the vinyl, the stylus goes over it every time, I heard a whisper that others swear I made up in my mind. I mean, I’m sorry, I’m apologizing for apologies’ sake, Anthology ofContinue reading “BROKEN WALLS: Dissonant Whispers and Unforgiven Apologies”
NISSAN SENTRA 2013: Adagio for Strings and Broken Hearts
Adagio for strings, invite me to your quartet, Violin unhinged, idling super star set. There’s such a brazen touch with the brush Of true dishonor, get lost in the wade of war, Or rust in your suit of armor, lust for reclusion In the midst of battle. I heard you whisper to yourself Before youContinue reading “NISSAN SENTRA 2013: Adagio for Strings and Broken Hearts”
CACTUS Dreams and Ethereal Landscapes
I’m sorry. Thank you. Hello and goodbye, Watch it go, watch it stop, watch as I cry. Au revoir, adios, remember me as I am, I’ll never be the same, reinvent me, Madame. I used to fish for stars right in my hand, And give them to you as a present, kazam. Abra kadabra, promiseContinue reading “CACTUS Dreams and Ethereal Landscapes”
Echoes of Roses and Guns
It’s so unimportant, the funneling of guns to my roses. Slow danced with the most disconnected soul on this planet, Watching steps into rhythm, coalesce death into wisdom, Such a succulent prose, I’m nothing short of a serpent. To color me hopeless is to color me human, Rendered useless by the silhouette that wants toContinue reading “Echoes of Roses and Guns”
Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips
We spent an hour alone, watching our eyes meet our lips. My revolver’s extinct, extinguishing meandering thoughts, Cradled across indifference, right into addiction, Deference to malice, rosebud digitalis reborn, a grin. While I think about things I haven’t before, Soaked in grimace and gin while I’m singing along, Philosophers’ physics, you had me at ‘gone,’Continue reading “Skylit Lighthouse: Watching Our Eyes Meet Our Lips”
The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul
I’ve scrapped my last five writings, with the opening sentences starting with, “It’s hell in this darkness,” “Dearly departed, please be here for my heart.” The other three were as stark: “I hate being alive,” Don’t seem to remember, one rubric: “Demons inside.” Life is overrated, diluted with wine, My tears empower me, a tailspinContinue reading “The Last 5 Titles: Echoes of a Tormented Soul”
The Chromatic Dreamer’s Journey
I salivate at the thought of atom lasers and waves of splattered rainbows, The way they collaborate on an acid halo, technicolor schemes that I’d envy more than me. Oh, what it is to be, a color never dreamed, enactment of life, elapsed by the clockwork collapsing of time. Facets of ‘why does it allContinue reading “The Chromatic Dreamer’s Journey”
Im a Robot, But I Bleed the Buzz of My Alcohol
I paint whole lives in the blink of an eye, summoning statisticians just to decipher my descriptions. It’s all a tangled web of numbers and analysis, a solitary journey through the dimly lit library of existence. Obsessed with the binary, I calculate the formula to dominate you—crucial at worst, but at best, it’s the pinnacleContinue reading “Im a Robot, But I Bleed the Buzz of My Alcohol”
Quiet Now: ‘You Don’t Matter,’ but You’re Fine
One: I don’t want to congratulate anybody ever. I don’t want to give people the gratitude of me acknowledging them. I want to compete with them silently. I want them not to know that I’m sneaking up behind them. I want to be a ninja. Two: I’d commit suicide, I’d commit it in a second.Continue reading “Quiet Now: ‘You Don’t Matter,’ but You’re Fine”
Breathalyzer of Love: Part 1
So funny how I feel under the influence, without being under your influence (In a good way. That blushing continuance where everything is different) It’s the effluence of the mental influenza; you condemned me too. I was THERE EVERY FUCKING SECOND; you left me clues. Indications are vindicated. Nightfall traces of a silhouette, Cigarettes. YouContinue reading “Breathalyzer of Love: Part 1”
Hurricane Rendezvous
So, October 28th. The day before it had arrived. Pumpkin leaflets, summer’s leaving, Volkswagen sedan on a drive. Gusts of season, flannels, and walks through 10 p.m. suburbia nights. Blasts of orange harvest, olfactory senses concise. Lakeside and Beverly Creek. Lake Nelson just over in reach. The crossover between the Fur Elise and berry stemsContinue reading “Hurricane Rendezvous”