I don't believe in anyone, so I say,
yet here I am being consumed, just another prey.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
the asphalt was unlevel, the steps in my path divided, my own two feet played against one another.
the grass is greener on the left.
the grass is gone on the right.
cars continued on, the inconsistent studders in my step scaring them to the other lanes;
the inane ability to see life lose its value formed, the heart in totality from all hearts, to have darkness in day...
the grass was greener on the left.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
scales and strings, silly sounding wooden things,
where words don't have weight,
shadows and secrets scurry off the stage;
plucked to the rhythm of the soul,
a story that words had never told.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
i didn't know we were real until i knew everyone else was fake.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
she cares about my day.
she says she wants to stay.
bruises and cuts galore, I can't resist to play.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
she liked to take pictures.
I've taken a lot of pictures.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
I said a million things in my life,
maybe more,
but most of the things I've said have been ignored.
I don't consider myself a medical expert, by any means,
but surely this must be a sort of disease.
I keep trying to talk, waiting to express who I am,
but what I failed to realize is that no one really gives a ****
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
where once there were words, now there is nothing.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC