P E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow.D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utter.§---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---§A recollection of poems I made.Highest rank: #27 in Poetry August 3, 2016…
A compilation of my reflections and aphorisms during a major historical periodBook cover by: Nicole V. Ecalner…
GARRETT loved the past tense too much that it became a part of him. He had a family: he had friends; he had silence; he was a writer.Now, it is as if he was the tin cap of the mason jar that was left under the sink for two days-- fucking rusted.…
it's funny how everything that I hear from everyone does not gush out, it's as if my heart was designed to soak up feelings and never letting it out, it becomes heavy each day.I don't open up, I just can't. I'm in love with the feeling of despair in which I alone can feel.it's spoken word, yet I write words that are unspoken.a compilation of spoken word poetry that I have written.…
Blacks holes, voids, universes, stars, galaxies.I don't care.I just want to know what is happening inside his head that changed mine.…