Masochistic misanthropy is the only thing the devil eats.
Allow yourself some levity you’ll fall into eternal sleep.
Infernal dream inside your head beside the bed you made for keeps.
It’s far too late to call the bluff because the blood has run too deep.
❦
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
He probably deserves
to be accidentally thrown
into a garbage truck
some cold Monday morning,
but I don't think it's his fault.
I love him.
I don't know and probably won't
until we're ash.
❦
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
hate born of love
like Poison leaking through
the petaled veil
❦
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
Light flutters,
Butterflies escape,
A blind tongue
Babbles wisdom.
The affirmation of which
Came from lost souls
At the crossroads
Of beauty and treason.
Flowers flourish trying
To poke their
Budding brains
Through the clouds,
Yet none reach so far
As to make a memory,
Or to make a memory fade,
To guide anew the light.
Wise was the caterpillar,
He who had not seen
Perpetual pain
Through the porous sky.
Vision flooding her words.
Hate born of love like
Poison leaking through
The petaled veil.
Hope can be elusive,
Fleeting as a butterfly,
Or a flower that never
Had the chance to bloom.
❦
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
A child screamed
for his mother
to come rescue him
from the torments
of a caterpillar.
A lawyer ached
at the loss
of his beloved,
his beautiful
Tiger lillies.
A father struggled
to convince
his son against
stealing the wrong
girl's heart.
A businessman sold
out of the life
he built
and slaved over
for a rush.
A husband looked
at his wife
and smiled
at her cheeks
and the bruises
he put on them.
A drug addict attacked
and begged
his parents
for something
to eat.
The other day
I saw an old man
no longer crying
over bugs
or caring much
for flowers.
The other day
someone traded
their love
and their blood
for a needle
and a spoon.
The other day
I buried
my father
and cursed
his name.
My name.
❦
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Luminescent is the way.
Where there were voices
that spoke in riddles.
Where there were mountains
who watched your cold shoulder.
Where there was life
and death was innate,
but patient.
You used to love the way she drove
you into the ground.
None the wiser to the inadequacy
of sleeping through.
She spoke to you,
her breath on your neck.
How many sheep must you count,
before the Shepard loses,
Loses patience.
Where there are voices,
There is spit,
Where there is life,
There are lungs.
Where you are,
is never the culmination,
You can never seek ******
For the moment you reach,
and finally take hold,
Whats to come will be for naught.
She is your goddess,
Let the ashes of dream
guide anew the light.
Take her block by block,
Or fly like humans can,
watch her whole, watch her becoming.
Burning shall be your dreams of fire.
Soot can be cleaned.
But a rag to reveal
That your city stands tall,
The peak grew and the skyline
represents the wind’s metaphoric lust.
She holds forever your patience,
why not, if only for laughs,
see if the wait is worth it.
❦
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
From the subtle strokes
of a solemn wrist.
I can see so much
of her on this page.
It could be sadness,
or laughter.
Love sonnets,
or groceries.
Like her eyes,
I get lost
in the flow
of her lines.
❦
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
A child cries over
a hard candy fallen
from his mouth,
little black suit,
a heads length over his chair.
He doesn’t mourn
Like his mother.
Why should he?
The world is chaos.
He cries therefore
he breathes,
he doesn’t understand
the dead are only
memories.
❦
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Look at the leaves,
How they grow
and they die.
You would never believe
How the sunset could rise.
The flame can grow cold and the water
can dry,
But the lesson I learned was to remember
those eyes.
Haunting and holding
the ghosts of my past,
I wanted so badly,
one love to last.
And just as the leaves grow,
So do I,
Watching the sun set a million times,
I wanted a difference,
to carve my own path.
So I'll keep half a glass full till my life has elapsed.
Never forgotten is your name
in my heart.
I'm sorry I had to, I'm sorry
it hurt,
But like a leaf I will grow,
and thus I will die.
And before that happens,
this life needs to be mine,
at least for a time.
❦
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
An ember
Drops so gently,
On the lip of your shoe.
Perceive the impending pain,
Allured to the blossom of flame.
Evening calms beside you.
Eyes like marble reflect
A fire eating its way
Up to your chest.
Comatose tonight
Are those who cherish
The ordeal of your arrival
At such a lovely culmination.
❦
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC