.Seeking past this empty dream. [Nothing’s more than what it seems] .Playful kisses under the moon. [Too late my life is ending soon] .Broken hearted, lost love. [Gentle tears fall from above] .Dripping blood, eye to eye. [Smokey grey clouds fill the sky] .Look of pain, I know it all. [Inside your widen pupil I… Continue reading Lust
I’ve seen you in strips of black and gray lunar cloak; a grunge-gothic disarray of savage hairstrands from above a sad, spying eye and words cutting through the haze… soft spoken syllables that die gently telling me about a hole in the moon so vast it covered the whole of the universe… it’s void expanding… Continue reading Post-neon Amour II
This is a poem that I wrote one day in the middle of class after everyone seemed to piss me off. It helped me release a lot of anger.
one two three One, he left me two, I love him three, my torment