Blood trickles from my noseand only this liquid that flows , I can seeFrom my side eyed viewLying down upon my bedthat has become my home,my work station and my play ground these days. It moves slowly,a warm liquid gracing all that it toucheswith a comfortable numbness It says that it is time,that with this… Continue reading Blotched sheets and a shit life
how much longer can you keep your head under water and still admire the beauty beneath ; still live on how much longer can you hold your breath And still live on
This journey will go on for quite some time I can bide my time staring out into the open passing trees and foothills and mountains for as much as I want find spaces where I can store my thoughts and watch them fly past me not worried about their staying inside or their purpose flowing… Continue reading spaces with you
here i am sitting with dim lights on waiting for insanity to strike and give me a few words to write and i wait and nothing arrives but the pain of not having anything to write and spit out the shit in my head.