On days that happen, Much Too much, To spirits once I ask as such: “What should I do?” And They […]
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I Am My Crown.
I’ve lost my fears, They’ve taken height And put each pound, On top of me And wound, And wound And […]
The Safety Of The Shroud.
Am I too comfortable, With the place Of common, Taste. Is is too wrong, To save face For what you […]
The Autopsy.
It will never be me. So long as I live So long as I die, It will never be me […]
Of War And Slaughter.
The factory, For a slow death Kills in every touch, And gear The over easy, Justification For our hunger.
A Family of Masks.
Expression goes unnoticed, Under plaster masks As a voice inside a lotus, Hovers right below The very best of our […]
Her Metereological Highness.
A whisper thorough, And through And of the layered air, A Moisture here, And A Moisture there A cloud A […]
I was not.
I would pay someone else to be a better me, To give it all that I could be But every […]
How it feels to be looked at.
Do you see the alien, That I am Or the person, That I fake.
To Evaporate.
The people here, Have gone on Without Me.
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