reinforced by breath simmering with rage she didn’t say anything she felt vulnerable she didn’t know in the moments between, just pretend just be careful not to touch. there has […]
The truth had come out I think I suffered high above all else. I can’t remember hope. I remember hopeless psychosis of the playground and having a bad day. We […]
The most sorry reputation, marooned on a savage land. I never spoke again. Exiled without a country and yet never so free.
The kiss, the howl, her scent. I sleep beside her bed, fled into comfort. Eyes closed and hidden satin white and terrifying. Each breath so shallow, she may never wake.
The water is my consciousness. I watch the world open and gently touch time. I fall back into hours.
Where we’ve never been Where no one will recognize. We are unreal beautiful, deadly. Burning, he kisses and endlessly we are out of time, lost in blossoms watching the purple […]
Leader at last, her verdict confident I was the outcast Always sunk low by hopeless love. My mind losing itself endlessly prancing pathways, daydreaming of whatever.
A reminder of displeasure, hidden in the black.
A darkly beautiful fearless, frightening compassion; entirely in shadow. Extraordinary transforming into an art. The darkest, obsessive love haunted her. Hypnotic, like a dream a beauty a brilliant mythic and […]
She stands as she smokes and the glow outlines her white gown. Smoke rises, swaying. Her eyes like engagement rings, romantically fixated. I see him, her lover at dusk in a clairvoyance […]
I whisper,”guardian angel.” He doesn’t speak. I think I see him in silence, without eyes. A magic spirit: standing, pacing yet not entirely present.
Always in love with her, a part of him; inseparable. Long letters folded in roses, he hopes like an angel. I warn of the wind changes.
My existence leaves an absence, a hole. I watch with grim determination as she cuts heads and bodies.
I consider others before myself. I want to end pain in the world and religions of hate. I want to announce our freedom and I want morality without fear of […]
even broken hearted true love turns the other cheek. beliefs are ancient and my spirit is born on experience and rebellion. you will never understand what comes next as you stand unaware, […]
A slender vein, blue and purple and green. My wrist My words it hisses and it burns. Darkly, I stood like a train wreck; writing, bleeding.