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 eyes watching me in front of a large crowd i am scared my voice will not be heard in front of a large crowd my ass is handed to me by a young … Continue reading in the wake
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 words are not meaningless. Their action is loud and it is beautiful. I have spent the last week listening to their voices, seeing their pain and I am so profoundly moved in how … Continue reading never again
moonlight shadows on walls from street light orbs shining dimly in the night echoes of silence reverberate through the darkness Continue reading echoes of silence
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 Live loudly Live proudly Live undoubtedly Continue reading what makes you move
crimson blood spilled masticated meat cannot be satiated insatiable appetite burning from within cravings coursing through veins woven with pain Continue reading masticated meat
no physicality no urge to move staring at ceiling Jedi mind trick to make paint move lifting fingers too heavy compressed chest body sighs Continue reading no urge
frozen in time caught in a frame longing for what you have craving connection seeing green within wanting it more than you jealousy rages fills my tormented soul leaves me broken on floor Continue reading longing
wrestling with a restless rage against a love tinged with hate Continue reading restless rage
wanting and not having pounding chest and sweaty palms craving desire tearing at my soul each breath begging for more delicious and pleasing gratification of carnality take and give pleasure in pain pain in pleasure no love, just wanting Continue reading wanting
taking them back the hearts, the smiles and the tears that were stolen from me, from others mine to take mine to make mine not yours I want them all to crush to burn to make bleed to give to praise to raise to take back again and again Continue reading mine not yours