let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
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
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt
