Jane Isn’t So Special After All

Jane often disappears after our brief interactions.And,Anytime we do,It always hits the fan while,Blowing up in smoke… What seems like a break from absorbing her hits,Is more like an instance of burning a bridge.The more that I’m given what numbs my soul,The more I’m distant from flames that wither when you,Let go… I see poison... Continue Reading →

Poison Ivy

Is it Writer's Block? Or, Is the Universe alerting me to, Breathe? To, Rest my wrist and mind before my love for life depletes! Because, Lately exhaustion and relaxation seems to be the trend for a man facing exile. A man who's prayed for the expulsion of pain, Receiving an abrupt ticket to any curb... Continue Reading →

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