substance abuse had ceased. along with many friendships or what i always questioned to be friendships. im pretty scared of the world these days. things were so fucking different a year ago. i may not get that back but i am still attempting to conquer this piece of the world. i hope i wake up with my soul lying next to me this week ( Read more... )

the dish looses its pleasantries

stagnant mold remains

smiling always

what do you paint here

what do you leave

false behind your grit

what do you see

smiling always

your canvases seem bare

me and megan broke away for the week ( Read more... )

In my recent writings and in some of those past i have failed to keep up with the time. i don't give a fuck ( Read more... )

my lack of personal abuse drags me up and down these stairs here at megans ( Read more... )

a soft warm glow radiant from the skin ( Read more... )

I don't shakehands.
Not everything is an agreement.

run in circles you clustered mass.

Full actually ( Read more... )

Im spoiled by my thoughts of a girl ( Read more... )