at the end, there was a war. the layout was as such ( Read more... )

a tether around my neck leading to a cell that reminds me of all i face

lips are so rare
my heart so blue

perhaps it will be called "pleasure is not enough"

tell my father to keep my name out his mouth

taking on all comers and coming on all takers

i just realized my whole journal format was just a forerunner to the style of twitter and status updates. fuck you, assholes. i cant have anything.

my merit in ounces of blood shed

what poetry i can find out of feeling poisoned is my worth

brutalization is the badge of intelligence and virtue