Seems I live here on the brinkalways salting my bitter inkwith these tears I now crynever sure of the reason why Abandoned here on the pageas if discarded by some agewhen poetry always made senseregardless of its imperfect tense How the...

  The tree, which I'll call Her is reaching the end of Her natural life. Limbs that once were spread apart, have thickened so much, that a hand has barely enough room to pass between and touch the spot, where in a tangled bush the sweetest fruit is...

tisk, tisk, tisk…  maybe I’m just crazy wasting my time in a cyber world caring for imaginary frenemies         giving yet not given in a fAkE rEaLiTy!people who don’t know me feel the need to judge...

everyone walks around like a zombiebut it is me screaming brains! brains!where the fuck are the brains!?seems one day became todaythinking we're too lateit's the stupid motherfucker apocalypse! we've heard about themeven seen them aroundthe stupid and hatefulwe didn't think...