pockets empty like a blank canvas
when you have the motivation,
you wanna defend it
because it is up to you to fill it
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Drop by drop
Life is an hourglass
Waiting for the Heavens to empty
While Hell starts to be covered
With perfectly cubed sand particles
We love it. Admit it we love hell
We love the sinning and the bells ringing
We want to be stuck there until
A hand flips the hourglass
again. Reset until the next fuckery.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Before the birth of Me
I felt a warm light shined on my eyes, informing me to prepare for the World.
And my birth felt like an employee stepping out of a building into a cold, blistering December
where your toes and fingers are numb as a soldier's brain
but your heart keeps pumping like an Ethiopian salvaging water in the wilderness
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
I see curves everywhere.
Curves on
the tidal wave,
spreaded peanut butter on a toast,
the crescent moon, and
a women's waist.
But the one curve I need is
the cold beer that crashes into the bottom of
an empty, chilled glass.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC