slumbering in the fires

a multitude of tasks perhaps it would have been worthwhile to pay attention to the flow. there is courage in the morning sun...

... and when it happened all that was left were bits of bone scattered pure and sterile cleaned of meat like the first snows ...

i guess you just had to be there where the music made you want to just drive glancing into blurred reflections on other cars never...

she knelt and understood that she has yet to own a thought deeper than she is. she'll have to fight or go numb. she read t...

as it all, was put together with dirt and rust and all of the other things that would hurt it bled from the sky to wash away the burd...

i know that one day my heart will stop exhausted and hollowed out. i will welcome the peace and rest i will shed my regrets l...

these days are for the dead and dying. a slow descent onto our crumbled spirits below an exhausted sky amidst the wet, pungent ...

with the rains the desires to and images of war washed out great floods swept away what little we have allowed to remain in thos...

in a darkened parking lot sitting under a street lamp with aloneness on top of everything waiting for someone or death and i...

days bear down. a tiny thin hope snaps in the wind, its end is silent and deafening. how can i tell you it won't change, not a ...

driving into and through the mountains for weeks meandering on this road or that. you crest the hill in the dusted, distant sunlight ...

my chest heaves i awake and can't move can't see i feel almost nothing, just the tug of the anchor holding me under. gent...

the ennui of this exhaustion stretches over the vastness in these hours that even the hissing of insects and the clicking of ...

that waitress will not give you the time don't even ask do not even think it she'll only break your yellow little heart the...

the night has grown tired with you and your sorrow. could you please shut up? could you peel back your face? can't you ...

our turgid souls plodding through the disquiet ruins of our filthily livid yellow days.

i feel you walk through my heart do you see what i see? the exhausted trajectory of my evolution do you see these absurditie...

the din of this place, impossible but it's good to get away and onto the streets and into the cafes where you know ...

the moonlight matches the sound the music floods your eyes you know the pain will burn and sting sweet like the richest honey you k...

this space i occupied no longer goes soft and comfortable the walls wept when the songs played my blood boiled as i sle...