poetry Our Poem: Fallen paint 1 Apr 201919 Dec 2022 wait . . . . . . Doesn't the rain cease time's stain for just, one, single moment?Dust are warrants fuels our torrent of lonely puddles pondering doubts that drowned…
poetry Lies leading Lines 1 Apr 201919 Dec 2022 Cheers breed kind hearts screens found fall apart reflect feelings who kept you warmlike doors, wide open; yet empty escape the box calmly crafted wines wouldn't dream of deathstatic truth…
Formalities A brief break 30 Mar 201919 Dec 2022 Yo everyone I'll be back on Monday, taking a brief break to re center myself Sorta had a break down which is just what is the second time out of…
My Personal Favorites… Our Poem: Once Sunk 29 Mar 2019 The drains once drew dry moisture from starved lungsBreath, O AIr! Engulf my travesty with your comforting, shill chills,Almost as tasteful as wine, with their sinking tongues curling around my…
Formalities Blog Expansion / Who I am 29 Mar 2019 You know earlier this morning, as I looked inside of the obscene, strange, amazing and carefree person I could become I saw that my voice has somehow along the line…
A Piece of Joy… Piece of Joy #23 28 Mar 201919 Dec 2022 your witnesses can't fathom the scars that lie bare upon your body forever a wounded patron, providing any possible comfort for wandering heartsone day the soothing voice you providing will…
poetry Our Poem: Broken Image (#WIP) 28 Mar 201919 Dec 2022 Strange, our bodies are vessels for experience, withering away at the slightest motionLimited and conceptualengulfing all manner of energyHow . . . . How . . .Insatiable Like we crave…
poetry Our Poem: Pictured 28 Mar 201928 Mar 2019 Why does a frame have such definition inside its static, lifeless margins? As if a visual memory could life forever inside one captured moment Never allow your precious seconds slow…
A Piece of Joy… Piece of Joy #22 27 Mar 201919 Dec 2022 shadows over souls rose softlyour visage rummaging around seething spaces endlessly chasing stars like babies fueled on warmth and loving bodies
poetry I think I Found it . . . . 26 Mar 201919 Dec 2022 Among the vile creature we call work, lies an innocent bystander that wanders your conscious As you look around the mental space we've gathered nothing seems to function properly click…