Barcelona dreams
under Arizona beams
this city ain't big enough for the two of us.

in the end
you strip me
down to bare flesh;
fake smiles drop to
the floor next
to clothes
still warm

when the morning light hits
i take in the soul
of eyes that
tell me more
than your
lips ever
could.

It's ok
To not be ok
Okay?

You lie
How you ****
Poorly, without passion.

Tell me you love me.
So I can shout from the roof tops
that it simply isn't true.

and neither do i
think you're a tough guy
as the hackles on his back multiply
you can't look me in the ******* eye
oh you? i'd like to crucify.

Black pane, white chips
My bones are cold
Watching this storm unfold

i am home sick for a place that doesn't exist
no tea kettle upon a well loved stove
nor honey suckle on the old gate
only silence lingers- a thick fog now
and my visitors are far and few
guess withered hands don't write like they used to

And suddenly the world is ending
and you're not by my side.

Sometimes I like to calm the crazy by letting it all hang out.
My aura is a confetti pop.
Picking up the pieces gets a little hard sometimes.
So excuse my colorful mess of existentialism.

poetry
fills in
the gaps
of my
soul.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you
...Unless it is the only thing left

We break bread
with those who are not right in the head
so that instead
we are not left for dead.

i don't want to be a beautiful little fool
i want to chase the unknown.

"Nothings gunna hurt you baby".
He lied.

We must reap what we roe
God let mere mortal show
To death the embryo
A dark society that I know