when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
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
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
