Blahs wasted.
Visions of the moon,
clouded by "aqua ruptures".
The beautiful Glistening of the stars,
dimmed,
drowned out,
by the wails.
Honja...
Alone.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
It fascinates me,
each time I dissect my thoughts,
to discover, as if I didn't know,
how my reflexes have voluntarily devoted their earnings,
to the infatuation of observing,
Each day,
how that which is living,
("fantasize's" about your auction)
craves your presence,
my piece of art.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Dammed to an eternity of sel-fish.
Drowning, in the puddle that is air.
You have too little.
They would rather not share it with you.
Home,
the flood that is self?
You don't,
infect my nirvana with disappointment.
You are disappointment.
You are,
The Infection.
Human.
Parasite.
...I start to wonder,
Is there even still a difference?
Did it ever exist.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
They ask "how are you?",
with pretentious smiles,
like they care.
Like they even care.
"Breathing.
I'm, breathing."
"Oh."
"Yes."
"Yes. That is what I thought."
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
Like a corpse,
it took her a decade to bloom,
but he only stayed 48,
and then he said they could never be together.
He left her empty,
maimed,
her heart worn out,
like an old, unwanted punching bag,
emotionally hamstrung.
Missing limbs,
she felt empty,
forever soul searching.
He said he had to go,
the deuce threat!
"ruler of Olympus had ordered it",
rendered him powerless,
left him "half" the man he was.
But...
When did Zeus become a harlot?
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC