my world is its' own forum. my neurons prime words for its' release but i am hemmed in. how strong is my corporeality that a virgin soul cannot speak the earth's tongue? from that, am i weak or strong? rather, is my body weak or strong? » Continue Reading
locked in my eternal rest do not bend my will my skin is soft but the rain hits on it like concrete because i'm submerged because i'm on a ledge because i am separate since when could i be so different? my peace finally repents my veins lurk everywhere i go, my womb becomes dense, my fingernails become crooked, since when could i be so different? my plight finally repents » Continue Reading
Can a bubble burst? Can my food spoil? Can my rooftop collapse? Can my air become stale? My train is belittled by being too comfortable, mankind has nothing to say about my progress. » Continue Reading
I should wish to die in November, the shadow of my birth already seen, the spectre of my death waiting to be relieved the autumn will wilt the winter will revitalise, no longer will i live in the hotspur of it all » Continue Reading
earth rises up as a wilted refuge peeking over the fringe of excess while i am rekindled by the sun's sweeping breeze while i inch into black neurons of conclusions peeking over many more and earth rises up as a thriving storm » Continue Reading
feeding myself the delight of my own bedroom with no window to look out from with a willow tree that's as stubborn as ever with my self conjoined at the hip, i have garnered stupidity; what does man have to say about my progress? » Continue Reading
a rush to see watchers everywhere they sway in false answer you turn your eyes into your head never bewildered to find there is nothing left » Continue Reading