who's that girl and why is she prettier than me and why were you with her in a dark area that you never said you wanted to be with me in?

outer space is like broken english. if you lean in closer you can understand it a little better.

And so as autumn dawned
the falling leaf
kisses the surface of the pond
a sentence of death, in disbelief

09/25/2016

The thing about life is
that you never know
when it comes to an end.
Sometimes it makes sense,
but other times it just ends
in the middle of a sentence.
A big question is left behind
to who is still alive.
"Why?"
But the answer is so simple.
Because sometimes
life just ends in the mid...

"What is your talent? Can you show me?" He asked me, obliviously.

"My affinity isn't something that can be seen." I replied. "It isn't a fancy circus trick, like juggling, nor is it the astonishing spectacle of a painting. It isn't the beauty of a voice, or the magnificent sound of music to the ears. My ability is from the inside, from the way one simple sentence could turn your whole life around. It's the way words could understand you like nobody ever can, the way quotes or phrases fill the emptyness of your heart, and the way it awakens a sensation you may have never been able to feel before. So, no, I cannot show you what my talent is, as it is the way I can transfer a set of emotions to you with just the enunciation of a word."

And with that, I, yet again, rendered another soul speechless.

I started writing without a heart

and you... you were the thief that took it
or was it willingly withdrawn?
It doesn't matter because I'm still right here!
Right where you left me, and you have my words, my sentences, my poems and a heart... my heart.
You had never planned to keep it did you?
Or was it that you had planned to give me something in return?
I'm still waiting, and I have nothing but empty words, sentences, poems, and a chest cavity with room for a heart.
I started writing without a heart in hopes to find one and I did...
With one last period, came one last beat
and  I am left without a heart again.

Je ne sais pas...
C'est une phrase brutale

Study. . .stud. . .stu. . .st. . .s. . .sl. . .sle. . .slee. . .Sleep

I don't think we'll do it*
Is my most hated sentence
In English history
Of all time i presume
Being down is the menu screen on pause and then i just press resume
I go after the win like men do when they smell a lavishly fabricated trail of perfume
Down by almost thirty points
I was told we were not going to come back
We went to three overtimes
I think somebody owes me money
But then yet, nobody owes me anything
Told them we were going to score from a hail Mary in the last second of the game nine minutes before it happened
I ended up nailing that
I bet every time
and i get the results
I said i would never get published in anything
I already lied to myself by being accepted in the American Library Of Poetry
What do you mean i won't make any money?
That's the biggest barrier to perpurtrate
But i think all is possible
I never did these lines for the cents
Cause that hardly makes any sense
Penny for each time i picked up the pen to write
I'd be doing better than the average bank account
I remember who i was before all these lines
And i never want to go back
I like where this is heading
And i like your heading
Can i use it too?
Trust me, it will be the next hip thing to do
I never put all my animals in the Zoo
I keep them hidden in places you won't find them
And that's how i keep the prestigious guessing.