I. Am. Me.
Our eyes meet; time stops.
Knowing me, as I do This won’t happen There’s no special alignment Of stars or planets for me For I am Worthless, apparently Not worth a little time or energy Always I try To make the right decisions But they always seem to be… Continue Reading “Knowing Me (astral alignment)”
What more could happen Held there like the wings of flies Between the fingers burned in blood and ink? Where naught was said And less was heard And all those moments Like seconds stretched to minutes And stretched to eons Like the indigo of… Continue Reading “Acrimony”
I know it’s Thursday when the nurse brings the little paper cup with five pills instead of three. A sip of tepid water and I go back to staring out the window. I can’t abide small talk. Never could. Better to observe my surroundings… Continue Reading “The Decay of William Drysdale”
What happened to loyalty? We seem to have forgotten it. Ever in the pursuit of finding something better, something bigger, more likes, more follows, and wistful notoriety, we have left behind this basic principle. Even in your mistakes, missteps, hiccups or poor choices, triumphs… Continue Reading “Loyalty”
an ocean rages inside me pours out in sobs and wails crashes against my ribcage drowning my heart, my soul streams of liquid heartache flow down tears constantly falling I was whole when you were in me you walked effortlessly across my stormy peaks… Continue Reading “Oceans”
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding my glistening entrails, piled and ropey. I cough, and a spray of blood erupts from my lips. “You’ll soon… Continue Reading “Visceral Perdition – Collaboration”
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