Devils Perched On A Tree Branch

Up early in the morning, Mourning over past stories I'd wish to rewrite, I float across wrongs, Lies, And classifieds that leak from the corners of my eyes... Sinking further into my emotions I go. Whether wrong or right, I drown in dirty waters keeping skeletons in my closet afloat... And I find that, Dirty... Continue Reading →

Leaves Fall

Leaves fall,But,Grow back eventually.Kind of like us.Taking a few steps back to leap forward even higher than where you were at originally,Leaving behind bits and pieces of ourselves,What we used to be.Whatever is necessary to change.Yet,No matter how many leaves fall,Their trunk is set in place until the very moment they're cut down.And sometimes,We cut... Continue Reading →

Sweet Like Thunder

What happens when you dream past Death? Looking into a future while focused on a past coercing my feet to go into a Recess? Lost in the habits where I eject, All of the feelings In my heart I truly Detest? Like, Fuck this test God wanted to put me under! I have words striking... Continue Reading →

Kissed By Our Blazing Sun

Determined for a new beginning, With old habits I had lost long ago. Those things I used to do in place of the clouds of smoke, I've inhaled underneath our clear skies... Like, Waking up and taking that morning walk through Fort Tryon Park, Uptown, Manhattan. Or, Opening my journal first thing, Fighting away my... Continue Reading →

Everlasting Treez

Trees talk to me while they sway back and forth, Leaves rustle sounds of peace and prosperity while I lounge on grass. Warm kisses of sunshine clutter my entire body, Forming shadows revealing everything I choose not to see. Human nature isn't perfect, After all. There is no other beauty amounting to each broken branch... Continue Reading →

Rosarians

Scalpels, Knives, A dream of severance. A deliverance of evil, While living in contradiction... Although surgical in my analysis of others, I fail to slap a bandaid on my personal wounds administered by Palms of Death. A sword of light, Of all things... Every kiss blown, A preinducement of seduction, Of the finest kind. Because,... Continue Reading →

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