We’re all loveless and you’re not insomniac, You’re just used to sleeping late. You’re just sleep deprived and crying under your rugged quilt because of the brightness of your blatant loneliness. Your sleep cycle is terrible. You’re like a window that has on it’s edge a bunch of sunglasses but no sun shining at all, …
Category Archives: Poetry
After You
After you, comes darkness. Darkness of the night, And a violent darkness of you. After you, it talks in a language I understand but can’t speak, (Or maybe a little.) And I talk in a language it understands but can’t speak. Or won’t. After you, is nothing. After you is quiet and quiet for hundred …
My Angry God and I
We’re going 39.76 miles per hour, I know because I have asked my Google assistant to convert it. Angry God has bled while chopping firewood for the blazing summer to come and crackling thunder sends the balcony doors wide open. And leaning against the window, mild nausea wants me to vomit while twisted …