when inspiration HITS, i hold still and take the blows as i settle into the sweet nest of pain until my skin is bruised blue and purple with poetic renditions of my heart ( Read more... )

why must she be so shy?
fuck. twist her arm. make. her. speak.

cut the pieces, pinch the dreamer, slap the silence and drink the pressure.
this mess; this galaxy; milky way and cookie crumbs.
she lives just to die.we're all a mess ( Read more... )

i'm done with hide and seek....

i admit i am here

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