if anyone wants to keep up with my work, just let me know, because I'm not going to be submitting it here anymore.


the chaplainjoseph is a man made of soft sounds; he & god stand together, hearts made of honey, happy blood, nirvana in forgiveness.the chaplain


pen pals Dear wind, I miss the moan of your lips against my skin. please come home.pen pals
love,
the oak tree on 5th avenue


Pieces of FlameWe take a fragile orb and cleave into three Not thirds by any means; that would be fair play And that wont do, now will it?Pieces of Flame
One piece for us One piece to be ignored under our rule One piece for us to hate and fear until it, too, we rule
Now pretend those pieces are two Were good at things like that
Good at careful illusions Our dirty concrete shines like granite Beauty streaks our diseased sky Gleaming strips of blushing poison As long as everything is glowing No one will ever touch us
Thats the nice thing ab
1) Rictameter: "bilge", "gourd" and sky.
2) Write a poem re: the cliche "Drown your sorrows".
3) Synthenasia.
please
-breathe-pant-hyperventilate-
I'm good.
High five for serendipitous poetry-finds. What were the chances?
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Don't waste your time on coffins today.
How are you?
glad you gotta a DA. now just look around everything to see how it all waorks
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i never for get my mistakes but sometimes i forget im blind
this artist belings to
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fuck
the group tainted art. like for reals
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