why are there so many lawyers
in hell, the priests
have to have someone to talk to

I just want to want to want to be alive. But I don’t have any wishes left.

I always wear my glasses on top my head, to think clearer.

I’m as poor as a rich man, but I’d buy it every night for the rest of my life.

If we take the same bite at the same time with the same *** is it plagiarism?

Do you ever think of me too?

I wonder; are you a warm,
Nightly summer breeze -
Or chilly and full of colors
Like the autumn leaves?

What are you going through?

Do you tell a tale of tidal
Waves, brave in the face
Of roaring seas - naught
But shipwrecks to chase?

I can’t wait to meet you.

I know not if our love will
Be easy or instant, or if
We’re two broken puzzle
Pieces that’ll somehow fit.

All I know is this -
It’ll have been worth it.

Oh, little lost girl.
You have walked;
Left footprints in
Barren soil and
Scorching sand;
Traversed legions
Of unpaved land.

You found beauty
In all of this pain;
When your bones
Kept breaking and
Left trails of blood
On every stone -
You’d step again.

You always step again.

You can’t say no, to a question that you were never asked.

If I could write away my fears, my hand would hurt and my chest would not.

Safe under clutching hands;
Such wild, easy, effortless touch.
Ruin unending, it nears.