i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal

he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…