reflections, faceless

somewhere between Hell
& 27 yrs old
.......4 am

joint burnt fingers & resin remnants

muses always mock the loudest late night

lips cracked from too many lonely whispers
of life's diseased beliefs
& how it poisons everything..
the twisted perception of a broken heart..

& under the piss damp blanket of city lights
love dies in vain..

Rosetta at The Blvd

City Of Ships


City Of Ships


Rosetta

Rosetta

that empty spot in my chest where my heart used to be

its only been 3 days & my heart aches for him. I lost my best friend a few days ago.. well more like 2 months ago after we broke up but the friendship has been breaking backs for a while. gawd I miss him so much.. whats left of my heart knows that with the way things happened between him & I, chances are this thing wont be able to be fixed. I was closer to him than anyone. I miss my friend. & it feels like its eating me inside & theres nothing I can do about it. how else I am supposed to feel when the one that had my heart had a list of priorities that didnt include my love..

be patient & strong; one day this pain will be useful

the dead air of things

"grace on fire"
the heavens called it..

there was a war inside me..
lightening. chasing
chaos
bondage
........oh the cliques of toasting to death...

barely breathing & naked sitting in lament before the silence
I forgot myself in where my sin began
under summered skin
& I've grown tired of the light..


I'll see you in my dreams

in the beauty of tragedy

"sweet little alchemist..."
he whispered
"did you always believe that butterflies were white?
phantom tipped?
& singed with the solace of love?"

"sometimes" I sighed
"sometimes the sparrow's breath kissed my lips
& I forgot this place wasnt heaven."

it's unsobering..
the days that passed since I wandered fraying tourniquets
& angel stitched
.......I watched the rivers burn
& danced in the alchemy of backwards reveries

............ fairytale
.fractured.

like the washing off of stains..

lost in spokane

so..

seems the only one I'll ever be able to really count on is myself.. dont they teach this growing up?

scissored & rosed

labels dont always match those colorless emotions
they reach, boundless..
beyond the fire
flame digging under the adaptation of vacant stares
.........
( how could you just walk away.. )
.....in the presence of balance & dreams
like.. a letting go of sorts
that (so)mber.. (pathetic)
melodic sympathy.. fallen on deaf ears

ruint

city lights fell black~eyed, I found her~gin soaked mind on her knees~tatter-ratted like some poor beggar~skeleton thick &breaking new skin