In deciding whether to maintain Or shatter the monotony I realize my underlying Fixation with lines A love affair, really Tracing, connecting, standing in Where
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These malformed deficiencies of my soul Pull the strings of judgement, condemnation Navigating a fractured landscape, blind Projecting my own discretions tenfold Crashing against the
Once, Was Summer
Meet me by the tree, the one from my youthDays spent climbing, swinging, longing, dreamingYellow Jackets and an occasional stingLong summer days that never seem
Everyone Gets the Bullet
Strange workings These days The inner Twisted to outer Painted with lies They no longer smile No need to hide True intentions For we are
Some Things Never Die
Through these caverns An echo mourns The passing of a life Wrought with hope And the illusion Of significance A wordless meaning Left hanging on
Determined to Rise
The char on the inside Doesn’t go away Tattooed and scarred Although the bleeding Stopped, years ago The ache remains I scrape at it A
