What do you want to be? Who are you? What do you do for a living? I cannot give you these answers, you'll simply misunderstand, and I am not living a life, that allows for that strife. I will not try to make you understand who I am. I cannot quantify an existence that just.... … Continue reading Where I Begin
Oh how I found the meaning, buried deep in tender flesh; with soft sighs and begging pleas I found meaning in this world, on her way back down to earth.
Word is that some words don't exist. Maybe, it's possible....or maybe I'm simply losing it. All that I am, all that can be fighting between drug-fueled dreams, and hectic realities. Tell me, my dear, what is the time the white rabbit has gone, and I haven't had the guts to follow since I last read … Continue reading Forgotten Project #9: Insomniatic
I broke the time when I thought it was mine, and left all to childhood tales, and seared the remnants into fading light, watching this ship set sail. I remember once, as I should, But to remember twice, I never knew I could, of things that hated themselves so fully, that money was offered for … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #18