the way one goes nowhere important. your voice is so vibrant, like a child’s, taking words for the playthings they are. from nowhere but the sky you see daily, the beginnings come circling like … more →
no one is watchingwrote 3 years ago: the way one goes nowhere important. your voice is so vibrant, like a child’s, taking words for … more →
wrote 3 years ago: you don’t know how to make up for it. … more →
wrote 3 years ago: time is the water that flows from you, meaningless, washing away the memory of another day. you are … more →
wrote 3 years ago: you return here to your own words to seek the answers to yourself. and it is too late. the words fol … more →
wrote 3 years ago: don’t drink. don’t smoke. don’t sleep around. don’t take drugs if you can he … more →
wrote 3 years ago: you are pooling grains and forgetting texture. … more →
wrote 3 years ago: i’d like to know the places where you are from, how you carry yourself amid those fast departu … more →
wrote 3 years ago: must be the song bending round the corner. must be the rush towards meaning slipping through hoops. … more →
wrote 3 years ago: i love your words more and more, the delight of similarities differently read, falling like cold but … more →
wrote 3 years ago: do you see only the crisp edges where black meets white, or do you see beyond the color hidden from … more →
wrote 3 years ago: last night, after the rains, in that moment of mindless oblivion, you called out his name. … more →
wrote 3 years ago: or break you. but angels tread that pavement, too: wings hid beneath unwashed clothes, chicken feath … more →
wrote 3 years ago: this butterfly can’t decide which flower to land on. … more →
wrote 3 years ago: you recite your prayers to the tooth fairy, romeo and juliet, and the weeping lady across the street … more →
wrote 3 years ago: fast car. how fast can it go? rev up the motor. let out the throttle. full speed around that next cu … more →
wrote 3 years ago: your tossed shirt brings the scent of cool rain and salt air. … more →
wrote 3 years ago: your footsteps sparked through labrynthed streets, then faded, traveling places i could no longer fo … more →
wrote 3 years ago: i’d like to tie you to a bumper. grab some rope, brother, and get in line. … more →
wrote 3 years ago: manila was never a friend to you, my friend. she may look beautiful in photographs, but underneath s … more →