"Can't you see I have nothing to promise, to squander, to revive? "
You can't put true art in a summary
Her dirty lips and bloody eyes...
I wrote this on one of the days I was homesick.
from early 2008
"Fluid, running through, miraculous a cold glimpse of the beauty promised by truth"
"Hurry up, waiting for it to tremble and heave around me-"...........
a poem about death i wrote after my uncle died
A short, depressing poem that I wrote after having a bad day.
When one poisoned soul loves another, bad things can happen. (based on a dream I had)
A poem about daydreaming and imagination.