https://twitter.com/jeresi_ish/status/897067004779261952 Source: Milk white. The sound of this beginning is alien music to my ears. Its hope, it's the joy of winning. It's the sound made by a budding flower heralding the beginning of pain exiting. The sound of this... Continue Reading →
They might poke They might prod Be calmer Than the ripples
They cry "beautiful, beautiful” And I cringe Grateful for myopia As I tighten my turban Who dare calls a thing so imperfect Beautiful?
I was told fire can be friend or foe At times it consumes you beautifully Yet it obliterates you completely The next day.
a little blood is still blood
You trifle with mortality shun her kisses dismiss her with another sip of liquor oh manny you are running straight to deaths conference. An appointment you should be less eager to attend.
If I were a dandelion would you be a bee?
What is borrowed, can never be owned. I return the leaf I borrowed so I can raise my tree, write my history, and lend out my leaves
If this is my last day shouldn't I be out of my house letting my skin absorb its last ray? Tell me what would be worse strolling about in meadows green or an hour long session with a life nurse?... Continue Reading →