Only random words can describe
my consciousness.
It is that very fact that l struggle in finding
a purpose.
Or rather in believing that l need
a purpose.
I remember my dreams asking
why the magnum opus
remains unfinished.
Why do l await a merry song,
to swing me away from my mind?
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
"They took a man to the hanging", said the old man.
"They took a man to the hanging", said the old man
as a cough drew blood from him.
"They took a man to a hanging", said the old man
as he drew his last breath.
They never took the man home.
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC
l saw you across the road
behind you a dandelion field.
You are flattened to a billboard.
Always stuck with a smile.
If only l had the courage,
it would be a decent amount of courage
it would be the only courage,
l have to keep you real to me
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 5:05 AM UTC
Hello
said the jester with skin coated in yellow
he forgot to bow
to ghastly twist his body
for head to kiss to toe
the king began to snarl
the jester began to tremble
the guards gazed at the gallow tree
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 3:32 PM UTC
I you start with a breath
and end you with a death
and in-between l don't know.
By that l mean
I cannot guarantee you your dream
I cannot guarantee time
I cannot guarantee your love
I cannot guarantee you your self
You see my friend, all we
can do is to never to hope
but to live.
'
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 8:18 AM UTC
It's a bird, it's a plane.
No, it's you being awesome.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
Why do you sing this song with me?
Whilst you sharpen your teeth
before you sink them into your flesh
and dance like a drunken fool.
You close your eyes and colour your eyes
with old bittersweet memories.
My words, your words, their words,
like sharp needles pierce skin, and
colour skin with your fears.
Tell me why do you sing this song?
I wait in your shadow,
grasp life from your breath.
l await your tears,
my old friend.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 4:46 PM UTC
I pretend to be alone
because l am alone.
I pretend to cry so
that you may cry with me.
I choose to remain a shadow
of my own nostalgia,
so as to become a memory
refusing to die.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
the strangest of things.
happen at the strangest of places.
at the strangest of times.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC
to be alone from my loneliness,
i constantly look down the barrel of a screen.
my black void eyes absorbing its white neon
light.
i search for the limelight.
But sometimes l ask:
Why can't we heart ourselves,
because we will bleed...........
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC