white day in a white world perfect passing for a white girl I want the universe to turn cold. black night in a black world lovely lips for a black girl I want the universe to die. you come and pass me you come and give me you come and pass away if I want … Continue reading Gray Haze Girls | Poem/Song
An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I've been waiting for him to come down. But I've been waiting for too long. They said he's in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won't get high enough. They want me to believe that he's safe … Continue reading Angel Fate| Poem/ Song
see kids walking holding ice-cream in both hands I wanna ask them for one but they got checkered vans they're quirky, and I'm not about that life. . you sneak up behind, ask the dude for a bite, then he punches you and you're blind in the right eye oh god... here's another car ride … Continue reading checkered vans in florida | poem
Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. - A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine … Continue reading Stairs to a Gaze | Poem
I never will because there is always more. Always one more thing I must acquire another feeling I need to chase. Nothing is getting better inside of me. (I won't lie.) But that doesn't matter. I live for the one next thing the next thing on my list. I can't do it until it is … Continue reading One Last Next Thing | Poem
If you're sad and feeling sober Just let me know, let me know. Or else I'm going over, going overboard, because this ship can't contain your grievances-- my condolences. - I'm going overboard sinking with the water where the pressure cracks my bones and I don't have to listen to you or think of you. … Continue reading Overboard | Poem/Song
Squirming worms of dread of deepest desires and unfinished threads of words you thought had been finished until you heard the whispers of them again. Walls have marks of the things sliding up and down until their silky bodies fall and writhe on the ground. You asked yourself if it was your fault that the … Continue reading Squirming Worms | Poem
i'm not beautiful enough to know you you're too good to look at me. - is this what you think of me? or is it what i think you think about me? it's too late. i can't change. there's no point to redo. i move on, i give up, and i'm gone. i move on, … Continue reading for now, i’m not enough | poem
and the fears i'm too afraid to face alone and it's so hard to do so and it's so hard to do so and i know you're not afraid so take my hand you'll hang with the greats
In the morning time stays a ticking. I hear the doorbell: whoever it is, you better keep on ringing. I don't care about the world. - Sunshine is an annoying facet. I always hate the shine on my assets. I always wondered what the world would say. - In the night, I hear the crawling. … Continue reading I Don’t Love the World | Poem/Song
