Category Archives: poetry

s. s. s. s. S. s. s. s. selfish

the machine ebbs and flows each pump a regression each second longer in slumber Cementing his sentence And pushing you further and further away And I wait by the phone with every nerve exposed and my body on fire For … Continue reading

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see

We are the broken ones Of crooked bones And fragile souls An ear to the ocean And a face to the sky To let go is to burn up And to hold on is to whither And I’m here facing … Continue reading

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cut

I perform the cut sporadically, but religiously whenever I look behind or within or when I embrace the dark you see, pain is fabricated love is too with careful training we create homeostasis magic is a filter pairing well with … Continue reading

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most

it has it turns but it’s better than most and the jazz carries through the kitchen while you glow under the light last year we were miles away heads spinning from the beginnings drunk on the chemicals deluded with optimism … Continue reading

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if 

if you really are in love truly without a doubt I am rooting for you let your bones and muscles be strong to chase the prize to the end of the earth always just beyond arm’s reach you can almost… … Continue reading

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goblins

I believe in goblins ghosts, gouls, and men  lurking in corners, dancing in shadows they knock at your door you close your eyes and they come closer you squeeze them tight they’re in your ear

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turtle

the sun sets on what is familiar and the wolves fall in line who am I to question who am I to persuade if my day comes (and I pray and pray it may it may) I’ll remain a spark … Continue reading

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low

the desert will remain the same the claw, the stinger, the knife he kisses me when he’s high he runs when he’s low he runs when he’s high he runs when he’s low but his hand is always on my … Continue reading

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u

sometimes I can’t breath sometimes I have nothing to give you dig to china every time (I’m not an angel I’m not a native speaker) and you want me to read your mind

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skin

Fuller is what we seek fuller and fuller until we explode stetched neon rubber ever expanding and expanding pop pop pop pop (tell me that’s what I want)

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