The way she grabs hold of my palm when something's wrong is like,An anti-inflammatory.My eyes keep away from swelling as I get my hands deep into allegories,When writing poems for a heart caved in over stories,Of a boy who knows nothing else besides a smile,And,An aching chest where He,My inner child lays regardless of any... Continue Reading →
Spilling One’s Gut 3 – Before The Flood Gates Open…
The only thing final is the fantasy we live in our minds.Nothing is real in a world made with every lie we've sworn by.So,I keep my head in the clouds fighting for another day before I'm caught in the same vices,Crushing my spirits and waning hopes of living strifeless.No more smoke surrounding a vessel wounded... Continue Reading →