poetry

In Geneva no one can hear you scream

Time is a tick of the mind Where we once belonged Has gone far away Today And now Black smoke Beautiful losers A shout in the street Start to fade All that we made Is born to die A brief history of time Obsession Old lovers Under freeway balconies Nude naked and stripped Secrets behind…… Continue reading In Geneva no one can hear you scream

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art · creative writing · poetry · thoughts

Color box

Don’t ever let the adult you Grow up so much That the child you Dies Break out the box of crayons (if you still have ’em) Buy a box (if ya don’t) Turn off your mind And just color like you did When you were a kid Free from worry Free from judgement Free from…… Continue reading Color box

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art · photos

Bookends

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you.

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art

Selling everything I own

ART SHOWING. ART FOR SALE. EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!

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creative writing · poetry · song lyrics · thoughts

Amateurs (don’t take things or this so seriously)

thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die

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a.d.w.a.y – (something i wrote exactly 4 years ago tonight)

a.d. w. a. y. ? August 4, 2011 at 4:24am you would write a thing or two and toss it a million ways around the net- -work it’s way aross the many screens i didn’t think twice when it would sometimes hit me sometimes miss me. but now i find myself missing you you were…… Continue reading a.d.w.a.y – (something i wrote exactly 4 years ago tonight)

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i used to write (i’m writing now)

finding the way through fears. finding myself and the freedom that comes from knowing thy self.

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the ghost of my friends

This is not a prison. This is a trap. I am the bait. ___________________________________________________________ Having balls is a good thing having raw passion is a good thing and a rare thing. To have both passion AND balls is what makes someone great. I miss the great ones I miss the lovers and the dreamers/creators I…… Continue reading the ghost of my friends

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in between the moon and you

we retreat now you and i are – hidden. for awhile people in shadows we lay low in the dark can’t talk to you can’t talk to me as it goes back now  like we are like we were like we sometimes always seem to do when time trips and slips and fades to and through in front of…… Continue reading in between the moon and you

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Fire with fire

It’s okay to fall How boring would life be without the waves? All that really matters is if you are willing to ride it and how well you ride it Bukowski said it better “What matters most is how well you walk through the fire” We are both fire Burning ever-so-beautifully Into the night Into…… Continue reading Fire with fire

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creative writing · poetry

Black Velvet Sugar

BLACK VELVET SUGAR The soft moss swimming; It is the dying spirit. Desiring, I hide. Pink shore, serene breeze. The flat, upright sparkle shines. Lost moon, velvet spirit. Walk, swim. Drown With blunt leaves Wither, decline. With sharp flames Write, fade: fluttering. Purple, tender, falling, Your eyes sits in wait A mermaid arises, Declining, shining.…… Continue reading Black Velvet Sugar

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