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“Remember to look at the sky,” he said. “Its the focal point of our planet, yet so many seem to miss it.”
Grab a Bowl
Good things come to those who wait. My ass.
If Nothing Mattered…
I'd smoke. I'd quit both my jobs. I'd eat what I wanted. I'd drop out of school and leave the country. I'd write and create and listen to music. I'd make a new group of friends. I'd sleep better. I'd kiss without second thought. I'd say what I felt without worrying how immature it sounded.... Continue Reading →
Cross the bridge with me and I’ll take you home.
Penmanship 002
Penmanship: A Series
My childhood remembers you, I do not. Or atleast I try not to. I love the idea of physically scribing words overtop of images, now a days everything is typed on a computer. Penmanship is so intimate and I write with my eyes. Here's a new series of poetry written overtop of provocative images I ripped... Continue Reading →
Mother
Potted like plants, we are the roots of your survival and the void in the sea. We are always here but not here at all. Stumble and step, You insult and wound. Stand up and walk, You kiss and swoon.
Famous Last Words 