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Why do all the greatest ideas arise after illegal consumption. Why does fate always suggest such a temptation.
It’s exhausting the provided short lived excitement. Aiming to throw our reality of its alignment.
Time starts to have no logical meaning. it starts to no longer seem to exist. The struggle is a twisted game you fail to resist.
It’s unnatural what my body is now ...
Friday 20th November 2020 8:42 pm
My something is nothing, as something is nothing when measured against the grand scheme of things,
A massive reward, the highest achievement, no more something than a spec in the wind
A name to a prize, a face to a name, a name prize and face that were nothing the same, these nothings are nothing, but something to something, and therefore the nothing has value again
My nothing is something,...
Sunday 14th January 2018 2:46 pm
I still can't believe
That its came to be
You were my soulmate
It was supposed to be fate
Thought I was at heaven's gate
You came disguised
I couldn't see past your deceit and lies
You took me on a ride
Caught me by surprise
Said all the right things
Didn't even need any diamond rings
Put me in a daze
Got me lost in the maze
Til all I could see i...
Monday 26th October 2015 11:29 pm
How much is she really worth?
Her beauty is gift and a curse.
A gift to me.
A curse to her.
Not really knowing why I want her.
Thinking my mind is stuck on lust.
But my mind is the opposite.
Her face is beautiful and her mind is equivalent.
She leaves a mystery after we talk.
Got me wanting to know more.
Exploring her mind besides her pants.
I can't stop over thin...
Friday 3rd July 2015 10:36 pm
riddle me this fatman
I must not grieve my silences
while choosing not to breathe lies into them
yet because you feel you are owed a poem
my education, which has only been borrowed,
must make the arguments promised of a bullet
more compelling than Neruda could even know
linked through bitterness, to
deluge the starving with the busy
decorum of disastrous diligence
you may, if ...
Saturday 22nd February 2014 9:21 pm
quietly, quietly sat a lie
palms staked to the fierce eye
as, first, flesh mottles
closer still to see without
one apiece of each
seized mortal engine
dripped of framed wax
placed in a filleted whole
for a hungry earth
this is all I wish today
let each word die in a dusty throat
a melt th...
Tuesday 7th May 2013 11:56 pm