Echoing Joy

Although I feel empty,The crying winds of my ailing soul cool down my blood,Preventing from boiling over.Sure,Times are tough as I get through it without the human touch,But,Why not lift myself off of an edge while I still can?Before it's too late...With enough strength coursing through my body,I realize that I don't have to choose... Continue Reading →

Will I Survive? 1.

Distant even if I don’t want to be. But, as much as I long for someone’s touch, I’ve had to keep far away from everything. People, poetry, sports, work to some degree. Everything. I’ve had to clear my mind of all the lies I’m told each time I bother reaching out for any kind of... Continue Reading →

Blood On His Taste Budz

It's hard to even "want" to exist when you feel like everything you do is wrong. Almost as if your own voice is on egg shells. And, You won't even know the reason, Really. There's never an option of knowing. You just sit there quietly, Letting the internal box get smaller and smaller as your... Continue Reading →

Night’s Uncertain

I rather not lie like your neighborhood preacher, Screaming for peace, But, Unable to deter demons creeping against my pool of tears, I dive in feet first while I sip drinks underneath a chandelier, I'm not perfect... Within these verses, I am not certain that I will make it out alive, As I shower amongst... Continue Reading →

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