Remember when we had the good times? Remember how we laughed, Hanged out? You were well trusted May as well been untested. Oh how…
3 CommentsRemember when we had the good times? Remember how we laughed, Hanged out? You were well trusted May as well been untested. Oh how…
3 CommentsI could see you on the hill top serene in subtle mask there was a slight smell of cinnamon and confidence, a small happiness. These…
Leave a Commentwhy brag why crave everything you need comes from a plant it grows its invisible its natural its that condensation on your window you would…
Leave a Commentthis scar under my left shoulder like air spiral descends through the spine thigh and down under your fingers hibiscus in white and when you…
Leave a CommentIN MY OWN WORLD…I WAS LIVING DOWN THERE IN THE LANE OF SOLITUDE MY SOUL WAS RIPPED AND TEARED APART WHILE MY HEART WAS BROKEN…
1 CommentI see all these blank pages of my future and I tear them to shreds// I only want to live in the pages of my…
1 CommentAnonymous One, One black question perched next to my window: Once the body dies, does consciousness too? It cawed persistently, fluttered, wouldn’t leave. My intimacy…
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2 CommentsA tall order eyed him from the tip of a bored mountain and he wanted to puke on his shoes with the vision it offered.…
Leave a CommentA lonely road whispers Dark and desolate Forsaken Cloaked in shadow like the hollow stream of my tears Remnants of a past life roam…
3 CommentsLong buried in the drawer the photograph looked at me as a dimly lit chink of a door. Behind my father my first love stood,…
2 CommentsI saw a mirror That is my face Masked with reflections That I faked Seeing parts I dont see Sawing things That I saw Make…
Leave a CommentThink Sit with a drink Drift to the edge See the never-ending hedge Stand alone Never thrown a bone Not in the box Outcast among…
Leave a CommentI wend my way down lonely desserted streets. Rime is on the tongue of the air. Leaves scuttle in wind blown tunnels. It fills my…
Leave a CommentI’ve thought many times of doing harm to myself. But, I would miss my music and books. They bring me comfort and solace. I’ve spent…
1 CommentA red curtain. A black door. A yawning pit. A white room Without windows.
Leave a CommentWhat the spring sky whispered through the cherry blossoms was Purify Purify… What the spring sky whispered as well was: Let no belief or thought…
1 CommentYou can knock and walk through the door. My laptop will be playing soothing music. You can play the angel on the floor as children…
Leave a CommentThere’s something more than heart-palpitations, more than weakness of the heart, more than five or more visits to the hospital to have the fluid drained…
Leave a CommentIt hardly bothered you when you heard It had collected hundreds countries away, wearing the mask of a hurricane. Nor did it seep into you,…
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