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preach nothing

preach – they preach at the top,hands a-waving, mouths a-spitting,frothing, they preachtheir truths of life – sparks of nothingfizzle into nothing – preaching, they slam their drinks,everyone has lost their mindsbut them, they preach – saviors, they will save the lowlifes,they will be million-dollar car drivesinto voids of wealth well-squandered,shouting – preach – voices makeContinue reading “preach nothing”

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rambles of the lost

if i were to start writing about my lifemy pages would stay blankwith unfilled lines, maybe the occasional scribble,the doodles that bleed through pagesinto the wooden desk underneathand my finger – a drop of blood crowning the tip – will shake till a masterpiece of blood and tearsadorned the page – these rambles trip andContinue reading “rambles of the lost”

one small breath, light on my fingertips

one small breath, light on my fingertips,downy raven hair plastered to pale skin,and green, green eyes that stare back at me,innocence and love in one gaze. but reality comes and takes you away,four months and then gone,a whisper in wind,tainted only by the metallic smell of blood. i think of all the times that weContinue reading “one small breath, light on my fingertips”