I arrived from the monotony and found my own.
Yet the me I knew was ground down to a grain and distributed through books and so-called critical thinkers.
All around surrounds the shouts of gender and ***
while the criers plan their bouts of benders and *** and I think...
I'm paying too much for this.
So begone, abscond with your pre-perscribed fate.
I am a warrior in my own right.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Ready sentry
never swaying in a torturously tantric pursuit of love.
Breathing's steady
back to the grind again.
You cannot make them happy but you were not put on this earth to not try.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
If only they knew what I could do.
What I was worth.
Would they come running in droves, or would they cower in fear, as if unworthy?
I'm not after the party flake, nor the wholesale take.
I'm after the ones who don't exist.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
There they lay, 16 paper dolls.
Forever entwined.
Hand in hand.
At peace.
Don't ask them to part because they won't.
You'll have to cut or burn them, because they are a resilient bunch.
But even in slivers and ash, they remain together, for no one knows where one begins the other ends.
Crumpled or bashed, they remain intact.
You need to get rid of all of them to get rid of one of them.
True friends are paper dolls.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
Dense gray smog and crimson bricks.
Sidewalk crawlers pulling tricks.
And here I sit, a man 'mong ******
In my kingdom of consumption, and crimson bricks.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 6:38 PM UTC