The Impetuous Sky

I can not turn, my imperfection burns. What does it want me to earnestly learn? Confiscate my pen, I’ll just do it again. Write until the end right where I begin. To learn these tears so that I can bear the ultimate pain without a single care. Grasping veins pretend to sustain from intoxication flooding…

Fully Automatic Heart

I can’t believe I’m doing this. This one hurts a little and is a little dark. I sweared to myself to never share this. It seems my trip down memory lane had me sifting through some old notebooks. In them, amongst copious notes of Lord Of The Rings, and I mean hundreds of pages worth,…

Dropping Knives Into Tides

Some people I knew could cut deep into me. I bid them slide off the beach returning to the sea. I would run marathons. I would breath deep. Pondering the knives that rip into people’s sheets. Me I quickly I go to that inspiring place. To where I save face onward in stoic pace. Where…

What I Learn Everyday From All Of You & People Everywhere

We are in this world together my fellow earthlings. I know, personally, I don’t have all the answers. But I encourage all of you to exercise the value of reaching out to others, reading various perspectives and experiences to help you make the correct decisions for you. When I was a child there were good…

Not Made To Be Alone (Love Changes Completely)

From some place within me buried beneath sadness and pain, is a coffin that calls me friend. Its from the past; called by many names. Fear and uncertainty are common residents. There is anger that resides there as well. Such things grasp at me from within. The coffin is a desolate place where I fell….

Escaping Death Four Times Leaves A Bitter Taste

How I find myself here sitting on the side of my bed writing this would make any atheist believe in God. It is the only logical explination that can be made after evaluating the experiences I’ve been through for a large portion of my life. In hindsight it is very vexing why we choose the…

All Wings Tear

Quite a nice place it seems where whispers beg us to dream. Different are the sentiments the broken sing as they fly upon tired and fractured wings. Their grasp of sober judgement went where the last vice was spent. So must be the torment of a broken soul’s lament. So the tattered look to the…

Things Could Be So Much Worse Than We Think They Could Be 

Since my breakup I’ve been feeling a little down. I’ve felt like things couldn’t possibly be worse. Especially after how things went. So I went on a 5:00 am jog and of course I get hungry and end up here… So I get this mega-crave for tacos because quite frankly, there’s nothing a taco can’t…