Down
I'm a drive by murder scene with a view from the kitchen window. Split screen from underneath and down below. We all
They
"Everybody's a poet,"   Fuck you! I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this talent. For this overflow
Honey
For the principle of love I sacrifice myself. For this simplicity of love I make a jab at myself. Just
Connections
All of you. You know who you are. Those who could be around but can't or chose not to be.
Unbodied
He's not real, but I'm thinking about him.   Someone got me writing again, Helped me return to this passion
Chocolate Conversations
She builds holes, Silent crevices of Envy and Sadness. Always swept away. Retired, on fire, that liar. Person of the
Honeysuckle
I am surprised by that fact that you are so young. So supple and moist. I adore your youth and
Planted
I Dreamt you chased after me. Feet, moving swiftly, one arm outstretched. Me, trying to get as far away as
Poet; Myself
These aren't just words These are the skin and bone of my mind These are the heart and soul of
Haircut
Her hair, long locks of auburn-dyed green. Her hair, grows like a weed. She is so similar to a plant As people
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