5:55am and I felt a total listlessness in approaching the day. What the fuck was there to even begin to say? I’d hoped it would turn out okay, in some very sad way. I should probably run away and change my name. Move to Texas and buy my first gun. Speak out for all of the tortured onesq ¢{{<~ I’d filled my dreams of. At least they were thought of, but it was never quite enough. I had to do something with this great understanding of love. Maybe in letting go of troubled acts we never truly thought twice of. … Continue reading Negative. 

Anyway, pt. I

Its becoming apparent that I’m still madly in love and not surprisingly, you’re over it. So theyve asked me to write a poem about it, and i had nothing to ask of them, as usual, aside from leave me alone or, let me be. Release me of the burdens for which your words have so desperately haunted me. What is the point in destroying any relatable purity? I’m crushed by the deception you have used tiresomely against me. It was all so selfish and cheap– the total lack of honesty between you and me. And in your making, as you’ve … Continue reading Anyway, pt. I


You were always with me  And it has seemed, that your presence was to remain, an eternal gift to me So I loved however endlessly, the rhythms in between the life you lovingly shared with me You gave me joy in moments you would smile at me through running tears and In your arms, you erased with ease, a multitude of irrational fears that faced me Until the day of my untimely and probably irradic death, reckless beauty within ill prospects God picked you, but instead I came next I couldn’t let you leave the earth and I alone When … Continue reading ComeIII


It is seemingly off, the beat of beaten down hearts barely knowing of love How insane we are, simply just because, already losing the last few chapters revised Has she seen or are these books full of lies? Disrespect that haunts our infinite tries in trials born to a battered will You tell me now you are full, but did you truly get your fill? Are you fulfilled and have you used up all your will? Young at heart and tired of the thrill, how pointless matters mattered so much to say When will she speak? And I had, so … Continue reading II