I miss the city.
The city full of barefooted angels
sleeping off hangovers on cardboard beds
as the be-suited day devils pass by.
Painted men-ladies idle the afternoon away… 121 more words
1 day, 7 hours
Jihad John dressed all in black
Points out with his knife all that we lack
There is no beauty in the eye of the beholden… 167 more words
3 weeks, 3 days
Confront the nothingness
of life you must, sooner or later,
maybe more than once (maybe many times),
divorce yourself from this mortal coil. 202 more words
4 weeks, 1 day
Eyes speechless with sorrow
see, what I thought were faces
were actually thousand year-old skulls.
I can no longer stand this world’s greed,
or mine. 95 more words
1 month, 1 week