when hercules jumped into river styx

KILL OR BE BROKEN. KILL OR BE ME killed in combat over and over killing disease killed in disguise killed when i sleep killed in my dreams, killed cause I'm weak attracting spiritually broken, they see healer in me chill in my bones. killing me slowly, kiss me. it's frozen feeling the breeze. or is… Continue reading when hercules jumped into river styx

vanish

I'm the saddest man on the planet dulcet zones become eruptions of death memorizing vocal tones, or numbing distress most ballads, hit home, requiem out of balance such a synergistic release comes from, this basket of malice ill have it to here - 22oz black coffee french press sinning continuously, in her black coffee sun… Continue reading vanish

fötter day

you can hear the... suburbia chime, zirconia vertebrae. pearly white spine glass thrown in stone houses, regular suburbia night whirring, rewind. chronicled childhood in olive drab paint monocle glass. wormwood and bottles of shawshank. dissolute solitude, wanderer who wallows in maze en route. delay for tomorrow. never promised today virgin diary. anne frank. marie curie… Continue reading fötter day

to miss P

it was a matter of why. statuesque beauty over vodka and wine hourglass figurine. when you come around it becomes tough to tell time seductress stolichnaya. brunette, bridal, bohemian it's cruel how without even trying you leave me in a state of dreams where I'm hardly breathing at the Gala. a seamstress couldn't replicate your… Continue reading to miss P

delicate skin: negative print 

who's barely   intact. two hundred thousand nails puncture veins in my back whether not they're human or metal remains to be asked  yellowpages. your name severs sapience. saps like heavens angels. vessels fray then collapse lord father, elevate us. why'm i so fixated on the past separate fact from fiction. eradicate my relapse rehabilitation… Continue reading delicate skin: negative print 

AA4564

i feel  so disconnected. pictures of stars are trillions of seconds old heliocentric. we spend our time wishing we could revisit a setting i could see it in decimals. each dot a pause in a sentence hold my hand, avalanche. bring me the check when you're finished mezzanine at the theater, velvet seamstress, madam Gutierrez… Continue reading AA4564

skylit lighthouse

we spent an hour alone watching our eyes meet our lips my revolvers extinct. extinguishing meandering thought cradled across indifference right into addiction deference to malice. rosebud digitalis reborn grin. while I think about things I haven't before soaked in grimace and gin while I'm singing along philosophers physics. you had me at 'gone' underneath… Continue reading skylit lighthouse

Robot. I’m a. robot. 

I map out entire existences in the blink of an eye. I could hire statisticians for the things I'd describe. Statistical paralysis. Analysis by analytics. It's lonely in the library, & things considered semi-cryptic. focused on the binary, I do the math on how to rule you. it's crucial, at worst. at best, it's the crest's… Continue reading Robot. I’m a. robot. 

Protected: then and now: im sorry. the gray just isnt beautiful to me anymore.

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July 19th, 1991.

all little boys need father figures not to be normal, or not to be sane. You wouldn't turn on a lightswitch without seeing where all the conduits placed. You grow up with a fist full of hurt. A surge, like a missile, without hearing a 'miss you'. But one thing is certain, nothing makes you… Continue reading July 19th, 1991.