your a wish i never had

your smile covers your malignance, the presence of your innosence drowns the truth... your eyes sewn shut, tainted and empty... yet im sealed here in my stainless dream...

death note

she hears me upon this slate, of garden thy dreams will fulfilled by entity, scars shadowed black darkens her lips, the golden deaths shallowed every insanity.

We are all the orange

Breakers and drills Shattering, whirring Flicking dirt and dust Feeling fit to bust Fraying tempers and trust When the bit is broken, or lost Or thrown out.

The Pale

A poem about a hospital experience

Yoga

A poem about yoga!
Cherry

Harboil: Part III

Part III. The thing is: every box is worth opening. Also, envelopes and doors.
Cherry

Abergavenny

He is so handsome that you might shatter with the force of it, I say. Your eyes can not grip on to a face that good, I tell them.

Better than a man

What's up Doc.

The death rollercoaster

There is a reason that my story is called the death rollercoaster. I will tell you the reason why after I say something about it So here it goes.

short story

you gave me all the stars and i can feel them in my hands i used to be so skeptical but now i undestand you are the masterpiece a perfect epitome of art and for now i will cherish you

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