The True Ruler.

there were sheep, wolves, pigs, and velvet ropes. The instructor, was often smiling with a large and antagonizing smile. He reeked of gin and an odour, that triggered the nostrils to cease to breath, he smelt of success, and achievement. His ego was large. His muscles tiny. he began to stumble – over the time… Continue reading The True Ruler.

The Log that the Soil Combined With the Flower – Relationship, lost

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

Lifting the Clouds with a God

Euphoric mind, pondering what had happened today… all the good, the little bad… I’m hopeful and content with the world… as i sip my beers my happiness increases to a great level.. the world feels perfect.. feels as if everything’s going to be great, or at the least alright.. feels as if my worries are… Continue reading Lifting the Clouds with a God

Lifeless Organ

My heart has broken apart, forever floating within the seas of my tears. It was once captured… Not now… it becomes free and the power is dispersing. It continues lifeless. and forgotten… It forever holds what love was. and what it could have been. encased in a bullet proof jar… the jar is filled with… Continue reading Lifeless Organ

Creative: The Troops Around The Heart

My heart was wrapped within tin foil and was ever expanding, and heating with ease…. now it isn’t captive once more, it’s freshly escaped and on it’s own… the warmth is leaving, the beauty within is disappearing. It’s free to be where it wants, with who it wants… but still, it thinks of her, and… Continue reading Creative: The Troops Around The Heart

Thoughts Bouncing

The sun shines through the window. creating a warm atmosphere, an atmosphere that has been lost in the chilly months… The hard months. I treasure the sun now, because it means that there isn’t going to be a hard time for awhile, a suicidal time… One where the people are a product of their environment… Continue reading Thoughts Bouncing

Clones, puppets, Actors.

They’re talking but nothing’s being said they’re portraying other individual, taking everybody’s, but their own identity. They live day-by-day to build theirselves up, their ego lifts because they’re being accepted for the whole of society, rather than their own. they’re expert marketers and could believe in their illusive selves, to me their ghost, clones, instruments… Continue reading Clones, puppets, Actors.