Poetry, essays, and experimental structures in both.
NEED CRITIQUE/ADVICE. I had a dream that I shot. Heroin; I was floating through. Time and the. World was all mine shit the. Rush was a crime, all I'd. Remembered just intenser, and.
We live together and hardly talk and It’s mostly my fault cause I Push you away like it’s Only today and there’s Always tomorrow to fix any sorrow. Exhale, if only.
She’s spinning, quietly spinning into The night, and she crawls with Elegance from string to string to Unite them all in subtle sight.
Chew, swallow, and breathe. They'll take the pain away and Reality will sway as you Let your mind at play without Fear or dismay or fucking Sense of the day.
Kiss hard and kiss deep,. Hold her tight to your cheek,. Cause time doesn’t play, so. Love her away and keep. Loving like. Nothing will stay from this. One summer day oh. Soon you’ll be gray and.
As a project, I'm compiling poems from authors like you, printing them all in a beautifully designed book, and having those books sold across the US at coffee shops, waiting rooms, etc.
Chapstick. Burt's Bee's Cooling Peppermint Chapstick.
Just the other night I held you Tight in my arms and wrapped my Hands around your waist and Stroked the curves of your face.
Let us condemn the bullies and Let us pity the cutters, Let us hate all our haters and Let us outcast the muggers.
It took an hour of thought from a Bottle of whiskey but I've finally Arrived through bets somewhat Risky.
He's yelling and righteous and Flaming and pious and every Word out his mouth he Speaks without doubt or Regard for his clout.
It's an experiment gone wrong but it's a Glorious rush like a bridge from a Song from the lungs of a singer whose Tongue is a brush that paints pastel strong.
A wave caught my eye as I Stood on a pier and it Strived towards the shore till in Crashing was no more.