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  • eternal life

    the people allowed the flood of information that was not their own to enter inside the portal of their minds. there, it took up space, there it lived. it crept into night visions. it took and took. it depleted the people as it grew, like a cancer to the host. like a virus, a pandemic.…

  • El Sol Avenue

    El Sol Avenue You will find me there, break into. In my heart and soul, we will go down the desert road. El Sol Avenue You will meet me there, just us two. In our hearts and souls, we will go down the desert road. We will be together. We will find each other. Cause…

  • A Love Poem To Becoming

    As the years go by, and the clock keeps turning, as the young parts of ourselves become tinged with the inevitable aspect of growing into our older selves, I will look back on this time and thank you. Thank you for shaking up a fire within me to be better for you and to be…

  • The Garden

    I seeded my thoughts with deep ambitions, and sowed my dreams – a mental garden of wild needs, planted in brain’s curiosity. I delved into my inner stores of mind loops, and twisted seams, and I sifted and plowed, unearthed my inner tree, overgrown with anxiety and choked by pain’s varicosity. An endemic that I…

  • What can I do?

    I ruptured there, behind the old tales of decades past that sang like ancient bells, still ringing, and singing, and yearning to be revived. There’s a darkness within the realm of hard times and in the grim that shadows the earth in a blanket in deep dark wind. And, I tried to suppress, yes, I…

  • Write

    Write… just write. And the words peel away from my fingers, as I sit trying to sift through the nonsense of my mind. Shadowed figures dance between the two sides of my brain, creating circles of darkened rhymes. And here I am left amidst my own nuisances and own freewill, to try and grasp at…

  • muse

    you were my muse that inspired worlds, and I used you to paint my pictures with words. to try and express, the darkest parts of the healing within my mind. myself. to who? to you? no, you were a cloth that I adorned my wounds in. you were the bruise that I beat into for…

  • self-work

    it never stops. this healing happens every single day.

  • falling

    an instant of differing perception to cast a shadow on a flowery gaze – a heart yearning for completion – a mind tricking, the joker plays – i found a moment of exaction, tainted by a moment of cause – i fed the animal of attraction and draped my wounds in a cotton gauze. i…

  • You.

    this is an entirely new chapter sculpted from the lessons that grew my soul. -thankful.