slumbering in the fires

the roofs smolder as the rain blisters all the things it slants upon and the sun bullied by the billowing greyness of clouds slithers beneat...

they will play, shifting around, some absurd session of musical chairs. they'll do it in the name of progress or happiness some type of ...

spread yourself open for their greedy yellow teeth dripping with carrion the wolves have come for your children born and unborn and s...

why hold back? why not spill out? white hot nightmares and uncontrollable days. let the blood flow let it ebb forth. scrub the capillaries c...

we are the youth, ascetic giving our time away we build our religions deny ourselves for love for instant digital dreams all we love has bee...

the beauty of these days grows larger as the nights do too. sadness whimpers in fear. fear of eyes and mouths like ravenous vulture's cl...

this day has been tired warm and grey and quiet. these words can't and won't circumscribe the proximity of the visions alight in wha...

beneath the yellow of electric lights men generate what the ruins of their souls will allow watching spiders live with purpose unquestioning...

all the luck is spent. all has lost its intention its pulchritude. hope is eclipsed by denial or maybe it is the other way around there are ...

these bones feel a thousand years old the creak of each movement startles. can't remember being this old can't remember feeling sati...

there is a wretchedness as illusive as sunlight it comes from the moments of incompletion you remember where you have not yet been the days ...

emptiness when the sun goes down night kills the day much faster now all the days in the memories ache stuck in hope, waiting for something ...

i read words that have broken my heart i looked at memories that did my heart in too i watched time slip away smooth like razors how do you ...

on these days of blankness intimidation digs itself in. there is nothing but fear and memory running, a river flooded by tears and eulogy. a...

a thousand breaths spent in the fields of concrete of brick and mortar evaporating into the stench of tar thick as phlegm passing through th...

it pines... this heart ...the smoke rings around the sun, beating out indelible bruised moments stretching into unforgiving hours.

i don't understand laziness but i do understand exhaustion which is often mistaken for laziness. the inability to move the inability to ...

2 a.m. and something is dying as so many things do at such an hour. i almost fought so i could be dismantled. the thinness of the air. the c...

lumps in my throat swell when stars revolve around my heart.

my thoughts are short and inconsistent