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No matter the charm to grace the joy always it’s raped by Ares’s kind. Wilting the prism of reflecting light into a sphere that summons…

You’ve got a rose bush inside your heart, as it grows it is going to tear everything apart. You are such a beautiful creature, yet…

Tonight is not easy. It is not one where my mind is quiet.   An attempt at sleep is met with a barrage of four…

Strengthless. Listless. Helpless. Giftless. Useless. Useless…useless. Powerless. Graceless. Worthless. Faithless. Less. Less…I’m less.

Turn Right Turn Left Move straight ahead Tiles gleam of polished floor Walk this endless maze of corridors Sideway glance, oil paintings on the wall…

I Can’t imagine where you are Or where you’ll go And the people you will show The side I’ve always seen The bitter Drama queen…

Heart felt and seventeen Young and so in love These strung out beauty queens 12 years this scotch has aged I remember the simpler days…

I havent burned your memory yet When I burn that box All that will remain is ashes Once the flames burn out There will be…

Tangled words, woven webs Fucked up thoughts in my head Broken promises, empty bed So many things left unsaid Galaxies once found now lost Scatter…

Sheaths unearthed blades are drawn Blood is shed war rages on Red Coat revolutions Vicious Viet Kong Kings rebuke no retribution Hesitation no illusion Poverty…

I loved you, I hate you I thought we had a break through I admit that I was wrong though Last Straw, Last blow New…

I cant believe your gone Ive forgotten what your face looks like Or how it even happened Why is that? I guess time fades away…

There it is in full relief the great ending or the time wasted the impossible moment and the lost dream. Inside the gut wrenching ruined…

I am unconcerned with the troubles of the living.   Life and death are of no consequence to my thoughts.   I exist in the…

  The hours, they bleed on. And still can’t say goodbye. Dreamed a dream of you last night. Woke up, broke down and cried. The…

Today I accidentally saw a preview of; The News; a disabled sixteen-year-old girl, a victim of abuse god The accused is a priest. A round…

      The language and images of Mario Vitale’s poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the…

Everything about me is so terrible. Everything I do makes me want to die. Sill, I tell myself that I’ll survive. There must be some…

It is now the time of the flat line. Somewhere in middlesville that place of grey landscapes and flat horizons of pigeon thoughts and brown…