Poetry

there is something greater than my sadness,
there is something bigger than my sins,

I want to be in your family pictures, i want to be in your family pictures… in the background, on the side, anywhere is ok with me … i just wanna be your family.

In the Nut House, Again. Always the same … I’ll get better one day. but my questions remain: what will become of us? Will you die by his side? will i die as alone as i’ve always been? And how you fill my thoughts! warm milk and honey, affections gentle: fingers on my ears. There’s … Read moreNuthouse Ramblings

indent, indent, indent! make space for yourself. elbows out! eyes shut! spin, spin, spin! make space for yourself! All the keys pressed, chaos reigns in a trance! Make Space For Yourself!

we didn’t last a year before breaking down: deceit, bandwidth, time … all the best reasons; the reasons are irrelevant, oddly enough. the void they leave behind still loves me… much like Jesus, I suppose. i take the void to bed, i offer to be the big spoon. i kiss the void gently, barely a … Read moreThe Loving Void

so what if i’m a fucking drunk!? You would be, too, had you glimpsed God’s face only to be so frightened, you ran away from love. so what if i’m perpetually afraid?! You would be, too, if your peace came from the sounds of cars crashing and knives being sharpened.