Tears do not release from my ducts, i know they’re looking for freedom; the heaviness of the world keeps them captive, flowers that grew so quickly, become brown, the pedals are falling, finding release in the air… the wind carrying them away, and seemingly vanishing instantly – The Earth is becoming heavy upon my back.… Continue reading Possible Death
In the playground we once played, the swings became rusted, the ropes knotted and old. The slide broken. The screams we once heard became vivid memories we once enjoyed. Our iPhones become new and heavily used, the screen high definition, the processor fast. Our brains became unused. I still go to the ‘ground i once… Continue reading Forgotten Play-ground, Hears laughter.
I stand among the other beasts, i call to the others, let’s move. let’s progress upwards onto this hill, we need to find a deer, a possum, anything to feed our stomachs, to provide us with strength and power… The other animals were less excited, lazier than the deer… we eventually entered the same page…… Continue reading The Deer That Had a Wild Passion
Alcohol pours into my mouth, my mouth capturing the stream with great ease. never missing my soaked mouth. Precisely, and quickly becoming intoxicated. My numbness strengthens, my thoughts cease. My heart maintaining great rhythm. I ascend into a pleasurable state-of-mind. My emotions feel to drop heavy into my mind, creating a warmth of feelings; they… Continue reading Alcohol
i bleed from my ears… i drip out of the nose… my eyes are bloodshot and tired. and i’m looking to the horizon of our circular planet. i pray that it’ll be morning more quickly this time, i almost didn’t make it last night, it was too hard, too depressing, I could’ve taken my life,… Continue reading Depression
The keys on my Mac feel great once more on the tip of my fingers… they’re well used. And readily available throughout my times to create art. I enjoy writing and expressing my views, without a view point we’re copying other individuals to show our uniqueness, to fit-in. when it should be us creating everything… Continue reading Rant, Shallowness is Wrong.
A hallow log that has been forgotten, the grass grows around and it slowly disappears beneath, It slowly forgets what it’s like to held, admired for it’s internal beauty of rings, it’s age is meaningless, because it’s rottening away becoming a memory in ones mind, the picture within slowly crumpling, getting filthy and it’ll become… Continue reading The Log that the Soil Combined With the Flower – Relationship, lost