so little, little (a look into repetitive behavior, derailing depression, predestination syndrome, losing faith)

why am i here again why does it matter? handle with care. these items are fragile wear a mask and lie to your closest, Keyser Söze display let’s erode together, hold my rusty hand in the rain tin man toppling, iron giant in grave hear the fucking rain pound it’s way on my armor usingContinue reading “so little, little (a look into repetitive behavior, derailing depression, predestination syndrome, losing faith)”

cloak and dagger

you’re not what i dreamed of or hoped for, that potential was reached long before, i harbored emotions in secret sophomoric sequence, plot twist i saw all along held my breath for a year, lungs turn carbon to smog another movie screening, hold hands in between it reach maximum zenith, whisper “never leave me” underContinue reading “cloak and dagger”

tattoo flowers

it’s become more of a habit interval time from interacting with humans irony overlaps boredom and passion kiss away sadness. verbally vie away the synapses blood stained flesh from a rose thorn on a flower. cry self preservation to keep presence remote listen in on private conversations. fly on the wall i, carry disdain likeContinue reading “tattoo flowers”

maturing too fast

it’s up for existential debate. whether or nots we’re here for a reason, or stranded here just to rot leisurely lonesomes, sunrise kingdom unfolding delicate flower, nuclei destined forever in forest do or die sentiments. sediment ready to rise blood pact suicide, toes in the sand in the tide were only in focus when weContinue reading “maturing too fast”

a letter to whoever loves me next

To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry. I’m sorry if one day my words brings lightning to your lips, and the tingle of electric bursts makes your tongue turn numb. Your cheeks turn red, flushing flirtatiously. Feverish hue, and a bottomless stomach with drunk butterflies maneuvering to get out of, then out of nowhere there’sContinue reading “a letter to whoever loves me next”

black liquor

wish it would stop watch the laundry spin and then sit on a box circular sleep. daydream while i cry kill me at dawn, sing silent night – no. hum at my grave dig me up. stop. then kiss my remains skeletons out the closet. my bones here to stay shapeshifting gravediggers. I’m barely awakeContinue reading “black liquor”

this one hurt (when fire-breathers begins to realize that the reactions to his own pain is self destructive)

i am breathing fire but, im not a dragon an average person. swallowed matches ran across a sea of stars in moon boots. army canvass the catalyst sparks. deactivate the manned fuselage tight-lipped gargantuan stares through his art, for hours (or it seems) want to be touched yet wince when you do slight grimace, aContinue reading “this one hurt (when fire-breathers begins to realize that the reactions to his own pain is self destructive)”

prairie wheatgrass – nostalgia

i was obsessed. no- a feeling remorse and nostalgia stretches of gold over algae. prairie turf interwoven to coast bezeled beach. denizen dosage. felt closer to home juniper fire, i never understood why i’d cry when alone something about … fingertip tingle. hands nestled over a looming horizon open field just for me, dusks pyreContinue reading “prairie wheatgrass – nostalgia”

my mother used to say

hi. I’m okay. my name is .. (private exchange) oceanic delight. mariana trench – lets lie on the waves get lied to with promises as you wave your goodbyes the we’ll soon see each others. the i cant wait to arrives gesticulating giant, wide-eyed naivety shine Juan Valdez roast – a vagabonds variant vibe cashContinue reading “my mother used to say”

i know what i need 

I dont know what I want whether its surface dwelling alone at the swamp or an oak in a marsh, soul searching proverbial want we’re more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs you were my star spangled banner and I was taking a knee subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume every onceContinue reading “i know what i need “

vanish

I’m the saddest man on the planet dulcet zones become eruptions of death memorizing vocal tones, or numbing distress most ballads, hit home, requiem out of balance such a synergistic release comes from, this basket of malice ill have it to here – 22oz black coffee french press anarchy is best dressed, brown leather, headContinue reading “vanish”

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