poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Little puppet on a string, they can make you do anything. They can make you dance, puppet, dance. They can seduce you into a trance. Sweet puppet, they will make you weak. They will make you cry. They'll make you do; they'll make you feel anything, anything, as they please. Whatever they want… Continue reading The Nightmare of R E A L I T Y
You probably don't understand me. You probably never will. I can tell you that my brain is scattered and to the brim it is filled with madness. My mind is never the same. I'm constantly changing. Forever. I can tell you that I'm a writer. I'm a poet. I know it. I can tell you… Continue reading It Takes Stepping Stones (to get to me)
"Where does your head go when everything around you falls colorless and silent?" The little white owl asked Alice. Alice shook her head, sharply inhaled and replied, "Nowhere extraordinary but perhaps that's the point. Sometimes I draw it out... to give the colorless madness a voice."
Let's be honest. Do I even want to save myself? Do I even give a fuck if I fall apart? Let's be honest. I've not been kind to my body. I've not been smart with my heart. My lungs hurt more and more every day Because of all the smoke that I've sucked in… Continue reading Childish feelings but Validity says, “Let them breathe.”
I sit upon my grave And I say what I've been needin' to say. I say it too late But I say it with grace. That's what I deserve anyway. To say what I needed to. When I was alive and breathing too. I sit upon my grave And I wonder why did I wait… Continue reading gravedigger
Unraveling my soul 