There was a time when Love itself questioned its motives with me. Been given so much to love, this life — so much to believe in, so much to hold onto. Yet, she was all wanted to latch on to, all I cared to know, and knowing this I let her slip from my grasp. … Continue reading untitled
A friend of mine died. By suicide, but death is death, the Grave's maw open wide, Accepting creature, no crime, just Beings. All lives Circle this tube, a hole no Soul can outmaneuver. Death has been on my mind, no lie, no Scared kid am I, No folds on my page I'll Continue on, God … Continue reading Goodbye, friend.
Eclectic monotone and ambivalent sentiments stationed together forming convalescent emotions — healing a broken heart. sad stations and somber single wishes of some greater tomorrow that never comes today. The music rises, the music dances in minds that struggle to form coherent responses and the muse, on the other end, shows … Continue reading Music in the void
Somehow I always end up here. This sticky feeling, clinging tar—too much for a dying bird. My heart is stuck. Shit, it hurts. I live in it, why’d I come back? I told a girl I loved her today. And she loves me. Why can’t I go for her? Why Miserable Heart! Why! Dirty. Too … Continue reading Gray Heart