writing has become
an absent pastime. hidden
in lust of what was.
6 hours, 42 minutes ago
And I think to myself
If I were to wrap myself,
Would they cover this darkness?
6 days, 23 hours ago
i like your face even better up close–
i told you that.
i feel weight of your eyes, the
heaviness of dulce de leche,
pour over mine; 20 more words
2 months ago
if i knew what hardened your hands to stone
i’d suck it right of out you. a breathless attempt
at your salvation.
you stiffen–the flowerbeds on your chest decompose… 18 more words
Chi-Rho: Journey Following the Labarum
My Lord and my God!
Forgive me if I doubted,
The pains and tears brought by your cross
Are so much that they blinded me… 602 more words
I apologize for loathing your
your fat hump and your hairy demeanour.
Scary creature ,
I apologize for all the shoes I’ve thrown at you, 66 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
The Bob Ross of Words
I feel like everybody’s hearing a call to war that I’m not hearing.
Like there’s these drums a rum-tum-tumming
And these symbols clash-a-clash-clashing
And nobody’s listening. 338 more words
3 months, 1 week ago