The steam rose from the sewer gate like ( Read more... )

I poke my head from beneath the rubble ( Read more... )

torn canvas soles inch along a tightrope ( Read more... )

I. Daylight ( Read more... )

i see your face when you open the door
light spills in, giving up us all
do you have it in you, tell tell tell me if you
can take the fall?

the sky wore grey on grey
which didn't do much to
flatter the shapeless figure
of this afternoon

this apparition,
that extends its lifeless hands
as if to pull me into
the milestetch
of melancholy molecules.

I stagger backwards
only to trip over the
piles of procrastinations
that litter my bedroom
floor.

I grab for the curtains.

(to be cont.)

I wake as turquoise tides, tear through towers ( Read more... )

I'm not sure exactly why ( Read more... )

I cling to my headphones as if they were ( Read more... )

we dared danger to drift in ( Read more... )