

root of the rootsometimes i wish it would rain there's something so poetic in rain. standing, my hair in my face; a dramatic expression ---even a cliche is more.root of the root
sitting endless rerun Corona with extra lime music ceaselessly flowing
not wanting you back, no. i consider myself a realist.
i would settle for quitting; or having a breakdown; or sleeping.
the sound of your eyes or vision of your voice -it was a comfort, like a favorite brand of cigarette. i'm so fucking sick of that feeling in my skin whenever i think of you. its not c


ohmsyesyesyesyesyesyes who are you laughing at now? i fucked myself, i guess. why do you look at me Darl she's gone but not forgotten mistakes relived day by day hour by hour minute by minute second by second yesyesyesyesyesyesohms


nightit was the coldest spring that year, a year ago now. does it seem so long? that night when we found each other. wandering aimlessly,night
the smoke blowing out of my mouth,
momentary flash, mewithyou. these words ignite if sparked and we burned. burned like a torch in the bed of our youth, passed now, innocence a spark: once here, now gone.


Sonnet Ising your damned song, rejoice in verse and chorus, do! to me you'll never belong was better, had i never met you!Sonnet I
2 AM, still up writing! mental image of your face can't stop this, conscience biting! my door no more you grace
my dearest muse has left me in heart of hearts once worn! this sad man, bereft. me! is it right, to be so torn?
must you die to live, once, die!? and must i live to die, once,...i?!


I should be fast asleepMy eyes cast out the windowI should be fast asleep
Through the sticky, summer heat The shadows looming through the black I should be fast asleep
The grey clouds cast a mournful veil over the moon. My window lies open to let in the breeze. I try to look away, but my eyes are drawn back, and it is my curiosity, or perhaps my fear, that draws me to look out though the oddly-smelling flyscreen, through which the pleasant scents of the night are filtered into plastic harshness.
The wind plays with the tall trees The darkness with my eyes The night time holds a terror Of foreboding, lurking spies
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Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
you've got some really good stuff; i like your style. i especially like "dreams to extinguish the mind".
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Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
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