I want to thank every single person who has come to my Poetry and have read and left comments. Believe it or not, I am still trying to figure out how to navigate here, so it’s not that I...

Black, white – White, black How many times the rhymes return to: No going backAnd now We have a uniform of nothingness to place upon the form To go out into the storm Like sheep amidst the slaughter. SonDaughter. Sun Moon. Follower Occulted into The cult. Not I: NWP til I Die***Cipher Poems ***  

Could you go on If you felt you couldn’t goOn..? Could you be strong if you could no longer be Strong..? Is this the point we reach. As the point of all this..? To be so fucked up You cannot get Up..? Observing the direction existence seems to be swerving for the deserving&Undeserving. I say I...

1.So now, you seek a primer—after years of painting—Without enough sanding,Drowning in the paradox of colors.2.There is enough paint in here (my heart) to fill that emptiness.I opened it like Pandora’s box.3.Armed to the teeth with brushes and rollers,Stripped...