IT’S 2 A.M AGAIN, wooohooo.

  its 2am i feel interconnected through any vine or snippet of life perennial inflorescence of any 6 seconds are chimed the success is a hive. hummingbird wings in slow motion hearing the crickets sing, so monotone yet obscurely composed feels like they’re talking to me, as i walk on the leaves that i crossContinue reading “IT’S 2 A.M AGAIN, wooohooo.”

IT’S 2 A.M

hello crickets. im sad. (the wonderful thing about crickets is they’ll keep chirping if you’re talking to them)The world is at a crossroads. It’s silent and heavy. The cultures the clashes. The cancer, the caving. The careers and consultations my mentors suggest. I look at beautiful woman and I want to tell them they’re beautiful.Continue reading “IT’S 2 A.M”

HOT CHOCOLATE

HOT CHOCOLATE I walked out in the cold today. Eyes lazy. Burning cause of my allergies. Dogs chain brushing against his collar. Night time. I don’t like looking at shadows that much, they make me dizzy. Something about the abnormal shape makes my head spin. And they’re so rigid. I smelled something. That ‘time ofContinue reading “HOT CHOCOLATE”

Quoted for emphasis on, fuck my life.

It’s been a minute, how you doing? Just trying to laugh with you. Making a joke or two, just laugh with me. I realize it isnt going to work if we both aren’t in it. But I want it to. Foggy visions. Wanting both of us to be in it. I- i, i..i stutter inContinue reading “Quoted for emphasis on, fuck my life.”

Jigsaw Heart. Try to put it together

See. It’s retribution. It’s emblematic of your initial assessment. It’s been erratic. Every visceral session seems to be coming back to bite me in the ass. Are you pisces? I heard that some pisces were, pretty rad. clueless to the superfluous mix. clueless to what i’m doing or did. am i pursuing a gig. amContinue reading “Jigsaw Heart. Try to put it together”

You know what’s sexy? You.

You heard how I breathe when I sleep or how I did those odd little moan noisesit was funny. I just laughed. At how we laughed.Sad. Now I’m sad over how we laughed.A neptuniun fury. Name it a curtain callThe brim of the acrylic cloth that buried shadows in our lovehallow in the squeaky bedContinue reading “You know what’s sexy? You.”

I like fictional books. The main character is always me.

Feel the vectors into orbit, melting into fiscal porn Each waking moment. Exists to mourn the pensive rigor mortis And I hate myself so much every. single. morning. Its like clockwork. Lonesome. Staring in the mirror. See a monster. Bones drugged. Mainly see the errors. Home drunk. Sloppy. With a motor function failure Open palmContinue reading “I like fictional books. The main character is always me.”

We’re 5 minutes apart.

Cause in this world? Your worlds restricted.  When curtains shine through blackness. We play and then we’re victim Every person out to get us. every person tries compassion? It’s more than mere prediction. There the serpent lies unchallenged But you whirl and try to damage. Cause you’re weak and your worlds afflicted. But to noContinue reading “We’re 5 minutes apart.”

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