The Monsters Under the Bed are Still Very Much so Alive- and Kicking.
I’m fighting depression. Most of my life. I’ve never said it and actually admitted to myself as well until now…I am coming out of a depression. I have great days but when I have horrid days it’s so hard to
The Monsters Under the Bed are Still Very Much so Alive- and Kicking.
I’m fighting depression. Most of my life. I’ve never said it and actually admitted to myself as well until now…I am coming out of a depression. I have great days but when I have horrid days it’s so hard to
Flesh
Intensity is quite a thing of the present. Invading the promises of future with remnants of past mistakes. Hello, do you remember me? Of course, you must. I have been here before. I’m actually a regular. Waiting. The world sleeps
Flesh
Intensity is quite a thing of the present. Invading the promises of future with remnants of past mistakes. Hello, do you remember me? Of course, you must. I have been here before. I’m actually a regular. Waiting. The world sleeps
We are the Rabbit Hole
Real is a construct, that can only be found in art. Perhaps it’s why at times we feel that art is far more imaginable than actual life itself. Pictures make you long for moments you never experienced in the most
We are the Rabbit Hole
Real is a construct, that can only be found in art. Perhaps it’s why at times we feel that art is far more imaginable than actual life itself. Pictures make you long for moments you never experienced in the most
Creators Plight
To give you all of me. Every cell I beg you to have it Does anyone feel the burning of your chest? Oh, how it burns! Unrest, unjust. Consuming thoughts at night and dreams by day. It beckons you…. wake
Creators Plight
To give you all of me. Every cell I beg you to have it Does anyone feel the burning of your chest? Oh, how it burns! Unrest, unjust. Consuming thoughts at night and dreams by day. It beckons you…. wake
Because Love is risky, Lust can be tricky.
This is so exciting, fresh air. Moment; lusting, wanting. Not sure where it goes… but it knows. Another chapter from destiny Opening pages that were meant to be it feels good. Home cooked meal- good. feel you in fingertips. never
Because Love is risky, Lust can be tricky.
This is so exciting, fresh air. Moment; lusting, wanting. Not sure where it goes… but it knows. Another chapter from destiny Opening pages that were meant to be it feels good. Home cooked meal- good. feel you in fingertips. never
The Stars of Tom
Can you count the stars in the sky? And not the airplanes, but the actual stars? Do you even see them anymore? Have you looked lately? When I was younger, me and my eldest brother Tom used to watch the
The Stars of Tom
Can you count the stars in the sky? And not the airplanes, but the actual stars? Do you even see them anymore? Have you looked lately? When I was younger, me and my eldest brother Tom used to watch the
Blowing Up
(working on writing more fictional pieces….feedback is much welcomed and appreciated) So much for not drinking anymore….. I’m literally so damn wasted I haven’t realized almost all the blow just bought is over and done with. Yet if I could
Blowing Up
(working on writing more fictional pieces….feedback is much welcomed and appreciated) So much for not drinking anymore….. I’m literally so damn wasted I haven’t realized almost all the blow just bought is over and done with. Yet if I could
Nine.
One. I needed you to write some beautiful things. I needed you to know what life really means with someone else. The beauty of the world was sketched into your very being. My words tasted like sweet sugar cane when
Nine.
One. I needed you to write some beautiful things. I needed you to know what life really means with someone else. The beauty of the world was sketched into your very being. My words tasted like sweet sugar cane when
How do I heal?
Who told you to be numb? When you touch the hand of your mother do you not feel her warmth? How could you deny yourself of birth-given rights? Who taught you how to hurt? Was it the day you internalized
How do I heal?
Who told you to be numb? When you touch the hand of your mother do you not feel her warmth? How could you deny yourself of birth-given rights? Who taught you how to hurt? Was it the day you internalized
Transitions.
It’s 3:14 pm on a Monday afternoon in July. I’m currently sitting at my best-friends island in her kitchen in upstate New York. Not like you care but it’s important to me. I’ve been really uninspired lately as my void in
Transitions.
It’s 3:14 pm on a Monday afternoon in July. I’m currently sitting at my best-friends island in her kitchen in upstate New York. Not like you care but it’s important to me. I’ve been really uninspired lately as my void in
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