i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
