a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
i am my own ghost i am haunted
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
