Where is the blinding grief I thought Would see me through the day? It has been a horribly reliable fuel source. Horribly reliable. And on this day that I thought would be made easy By flammable words and imagery, Blinding grief is nowhere to be…

At your house in my mind, I look around and see Everything we left, As though we are still there. I am sorry for the leaving. Every time, I am sorry.

The bell tolls I am leaving. Grieving will come, And go, And come, And go. Like the breath. Everything moves in cycles, And I am no exception.  

When I met you I was young and restless now my soul is withered and worn I gave my heart unconditionally then it was returned torn it was battered and bruised never to be the same I go toward love with haste cause the love…

Its finally the end. I made it. We made it. 24 lonely busy.hours. wow.

Bang, pop, bang, pop, boom, boom, boom STOP! Put your war drums away I don’t want to hear them  

You must care to heal.

I can’t save, only harm. I am Destruction. I have two paths, inward or out. I cannot control the Chaos. There is no right. No wrong. Only what is left in ruin. Whosever remains standing once the battle is over is victorious. What the price…

I’m wishing I never slept too fuzzy headed to write something anything. At least you didn’t sleep through it, you have yourself just enough time to complete your goal. Write. Write, boy. Every fucking word you can til it burns the back of your eyes…

We have conversed for 24 hrs straight some opened a door to their lives some a small window neither easy to do. I would just like to thank everyone for the emcouragement and motivational words. Get some well deserved sleep fellow poets and always follow…