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Veins form crosses on my forehead Count them on me after church Tummy rumbles for lessons so morbid Sinners can't help to search So I sit down for sermons and bow with praise because I've learned of hearts bruised since I've met slumber in delay for I've known bodies used
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →
"Well then, let's get on with it..." I read the 1944 play No Exit by Sartre in school, and its eery existentialism stayed with me. Then in 2016, Mike Schur, the comedy god behind Parks and Rec, Brooklyn 99 and the US Office, premiered his new show The Good Place on NBC. It is based... Continue Reading →
do you ever get one of those feelings like levelling up or no longer broke countdowns up and your boost doubled thats me when i listened and you spoke. burn these lines and jail all poets who cage your light before they see then compare thee to a lousy day sing of God to death... Continue Reading →
How lovely to walk in the dark Skies to kiss my echoes Streetlights burning frivolous How strange to dodge the waves Lapping at sand my size Latching on scales limitless How fragile to quieten the thoughts From my bed to the sea From the sublime to the ridiculous
Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams carried in wind cannot begin Without first hiding in my delicate skin
Knotted face on nodding spine Claimed this home before your time Pinned the sky onto your eye Then turned around and said goodbye Then churned a sound to cause your fright How a while can screech so wild When steps stretch craters wide Death tonight is really taking its time Scratched the... Continue Reading →
“Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”― Jean-Paul Sartre but what will i do tomorrow you ask i will tell you then but what will can survive such sorrow i will find... Continue Reading →
The body is a tribe And i a loyal follower Let's worship our elders So to tease our children The body is a portal-cage And i a little bird Lay me out some nuts So i may grow some This body is all mine And i its humble shadow Lie and we'll know it So... Continue Reading →
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys
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