How do you breathe beauty in to tears and dry their rivers with the dancing sunlight of your fruitful smile? I dissolve in your presence and...
Always Coming Back Home To You
Don't Ever Fucking Question That
If I Was Santa Claus
God Loves Ugly
Pour Me Another...
The Poet Sanctuary.
on nights such as this,
I write without directions,
destination or a starting point.
my cigar is put out.
I think my fingers missed
my tongue is naked flesh.
It has no personality
and it picks confinement
over social interaction.
nor does it speak for me.
at times I yawn,...
Wow, it's been awhile since I've posted on here.
“The little things... there's nothing bigger, is there?”
a head in the...
Somewhat forced.. But, the overall idea I had from the start might be revisted.. got slightly altered. Hope some of you like it though.
Thanks, it wasn't inspired by Poe though, I haven't read that poem before. I'll be sure to check it out.
Your eyes were inviting.
I never looked, I just knew.
I heard bells when I shook your brain.
They rang, they rang.
And childish ways are...
My paper flowers grew thorns.
Do you mind me asking,
have you pricked yourself yet?
This new crossbreed has bloomed in
The darkest region of my...
Haven't posted here in awhile.
Love can die, but it makes your
shadow all the more darker.
It shall follow me till the end of days.
Eyedea is now in a band he calls Carbon Carousel.
It's shitty emo/experimental rock.. regardless of what he...
Eyedea - Read Wiped In Blue, Colour My World Mine, Bottled Dreams, Murder Of Memories
Slug - The Woman With The Tattooed Hands, Pour Me Another,...
You’re a pretty gun that’s loaded
with a passion for betrayal.
My submission was your chamber…
I must’ve set you off,
as you aimed us towards...
Could we just lie another day or
perhaps find another way?
Do what we must to avoid the hurt,
but prolong it just the same…
My love for you rests uncomfortably
in a cradle of soil and maggots,
beneath a mobile of broken hearts that
circulate above my dying child....
All the vases are broken in this world.
The ashes of truth spill like blood,
thick like honey and sour like your lips.
I'll burn amongst these...
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