often tough times taught us to write.






© pax

He stood bare naked
under this unwanted attention.
He was vulnerable,
Left to be fed to the wolves.
Yet,
He smiled through it all
Whilst carrying a heavy heart
And sunken eyes.


《 e.i 》

I don't work
Yesterday I saw portraits
And impressionist paintings

From the 19th and 18th centuries

I'm at Starbucks today

It's all so strange

Maybe I'll go chip golf *****

Maybe I'll play golf
Tomorrow I'm getting
An oil change

I am 32 and single
And will most likely
Be single for a long time

What's the point
Of this place?

I give some food
Or water
To a random homeless person
When I can

I no longer live at home
But stop by to get food
And do laundry

How will the world end?

The terrorists are at it again

In the Fox interview the
Christian man said
Christians had been silent
Over recent terror attacks

The interviewer asked him
What should be done

He said something
About showing the love
Of Jesus in the world

Well that's great
But the terrorists won't stop

No matter what other
People say
Religious or not

How will the world end?

In a worldwide
Nuclear war?

Search your own heart

The body is weak
Life is fragile

I still have
The same dull frown

I will enjoy a hike perhaps
Or take notes
On "The Soviet Century"

I like to roleplay
In adult chats
As Gal Gadot

It is 6/5/2017

The prettiest colours of the sky are in the morning between five and six.

The prettiest colours are on my cheeks when you touch my lips.

Keep on touching and paint all of me because I'm a blanc canvas and I dont want to be.

This is the message I want to send to you

I haven't met you

but I know I will soon.

Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"

Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again

Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"

Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives

                                    By Phil Roberts

I dare to dream of unthinkable things,
which are definitely beyond my means,
to escape to a place,
but never explored,
the beauty of you,
the one I adore,
to relinquish the feeling,
in need of healing,
wondering thoughts of where you are,
desperate measures,
simple pleasures,
still, I dream of those unthinkable things,
beyond my reach and yet ------- still I dream,