I turned the knob a butterfly flew past me my world became brighter
i'm sure i heard a sob from the other side of the room echoing as the silent night grew darker and everything else was still just the sound of continuous sobbing escalating with every minute pitching low and then high i couldn't quite muster up the will to wake up from my bed and open… Continue reading a place more beautiful than this
I once lived in a beautiful place Where it rained and rained and rained and my sisters and I would leave no chance of getting drenched in the rain go by my mom didn't like the idea and would swear to throw us out of the house the next time it happened And it happened… Continue reading
i know they say i am too dark for people to like to be a best seller (/or a writer at all) to write my way to fame and i agree but i like it better this way let me write for the closet, or the lonely notebook more importantly to puke all the shit… Continue reading but i like it better this way
I like to read my own poems sometimes most times to feel like a god for a few minutes and then get back to being a loser writhing behind a computer screen but the money feels good.