Category Archives: Poetry
Alike
We make monsters with our love, we turn the world against itself. We craft nightmares with our dreams, our personal successes come from the deaths of others. You and I, we are alike, we are cut of the same cloth, … Continue reading
Parenthetical Word (angry fruit(salad)) Association FootBall
Hey, (say hey) remember (the time, when we) that one time (that one time, bombs away) you were (never what I wanted) totally understanding (how’s your memory?) about my fuckups (plenty of them have I had, yes) and didn’t bring … Continue reading
The Joy In Me
The joy in me is flat and grey. I lift it up to give it light, to make it airy, to hope it will fly. Cigarette burns and perfume’s blue fire — these memories are all I have. I wonder … Continue reading
In My Worrying, He Slips Away
His face is grey. I see the lack of light there. In the space that used to fill him up with life there is only a hollow. He breathes. He eats and speaks and he exists. His body survives. He … Continue reading