what the fuck do i do

the moon the moon the moon the sun the sun the moon press mute succumb doomed doomed doomed I'm doomed. we're done who who who are you who are us? collusion contusions. you're a cup of hot chocolate on the fiercest winter morning feel the blisters forming whistle through the windows pixelating percentage whistling. cold… Continue reading what the fuck do i do

fire breather

I'm a fucking fire breather. Breathing fire. Eating dragons, for breakfast who wants some? None of you do I've held back for quite some time exerting no strength Ball of fire. Giving the sun spots ink blots and think thoughts disregard your discourse munching on mantras, making mistakes barely i learn from them wake up… Continue reading fire breather

mad scientist

you mix gunpowder and moments, of silence and gather components you'd author with smiles combustible crossover. gifting a locket, heart shaped alloy, wish upon a asteroid comet it'll turn to debris before it reaches to me countdown from three, wishing a frown obsolete douse gasoline, that set blaze to decree miscellaneous mundane, missiletoe mainframe hypnotize… Continue reading mad scientist

you knew

it's bittersweet. grapefruit sauvignon. rose stained cherry motif nightmare on wax on repeat. please beware of the beast swiping left. recurring sentiment, pattern repeat didn't fall in love with your pictures. fell in love indiscreetly deciphering flaws, explicating subtle jungian traits brains defensive mechanism. delegating safety restraints decoding reflexive emotive. premeditative distaste automatic, chemical composition… Continue reading you knew

cloak and dagger

you're not what i dreamed of or hoped for, that potential was reached long before, i harbored emotions in secret sophomoric sequence, plot twist i saw all along held my breath for a year, lungs turn carbon to smog another movie screening, hold hands in between it reach maximum zenith, whisper "never leave me" under… Continue reading cloak and dagger

i know what i need 

I dont know what I want whether its surface dwelling alone at the swamp or an oak in a marsh, soul searching proverbial want we're more or less spawns of monsters nobody needs you were my star spangled banner and I was taking a knee subterranean breeze, vitamin pond, still smell your perfume every once… Continue reading i know what i need 

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