Unpainted? Tainted. Pretty white wall, stained with life- empty and white. Aren’t you lonely there all by yourself? how do you feel when I pound you? I never cared to ask. What’s it like to be crucified and hung? how does it feel to be covered and never acknowledged? Sticky wallpaper all over your face. […]
stained. Burning my skin with the touch of your hand over my shirt I feel it going through branding your hand print on my back and it hurts. It hurts and I just cant stand it. Nausea takes over and I breathe myself in, in through nose, out through mouth- a couple seconds and it […]
I always go back to my poetic roots. Enjoy.
9.21.15 Devoid of all emotion, my heart still beats its endless song. It click-clocks its way into a rage filled room and laughs at all its humorous misfortune. It finds me there, rocking to a song with no melody- singing the blues by a boarded up window and I tap my foot to the thump […]
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