
the space between living and dying is it painted in rainbows filled with untaken breaths is it painted in white empty canvases to be filled is it painted black filled with nothingness […]
the space between living and dying is it painted in rainbows filled with untaken breaths is it painted in white empty canvases to be filled is it painted black filled with nothingness […]
the moment I disappear no one will be aware the silence will not echo the walls will not tremble no heart shall ache no soul will quake with envy nor fear the […]
disillusioned broken shattered into pieces bleeding eviscerated mind is a cyclone of thoughts lashing out shredding fragments of the heart numb is the soul hiding in fear tear out my hair bury […]
a sign a signal a hope a something does it come from within does it come from above does it come from an answer given an answer heard an answer written is […]
falling rain cold dead skin healing pain deep within lifeless breath filling lungs no emotional depth body plunged into death
words cut through skin bleeding deep from within never chosen never the one drag the blade up wrist make this life desist never chosen never the one feelings start to decay like […]
laughter outside my window tink, glass against glass music fills the air not a thought not a care the world spins on laughter turns to silence glass shatters recycle bin tears empty […]
forgotten flowers wilting yellow fades color of friends not the color of love melting away in the wind until nothing is left but thorns on a stick
in front of a large crowd i tremble in fear in front of a large crowd i stumble upon my words in front of a large crowd i am frightened by the […]
As I say in my piece below, “words are meaningless inactions if not backed by action” but I write this piece because I am inspired by the students from Stoneman Douglas. Their […]
moonlight shadows on walls from street light orbs shining dimly in the night echoes of silence reverberate through the darkness
What makes you move What makes you groove What motivates you Is it music Is it literature Is it celluloid Does it destroy you Does it scare you Does it empower you […]
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