Whatever did you do
To make Jill push you
Down that hill?
Don’t say nothing
Only the truth
Will keep your neck unbroken
On your next trip
Down that hill
I’ve fallen enough
To know
This is climbing
It’s crumbling
Aging unlike wine
Soon it won’t even exist
Everything tastes yummy
Before it hits my tummy
Live. Love. Write.
Beautifully Chaotic
Faith+Perseverance + The ability to make your dream a reality!!!
My life is my art, language is my canvas
"At intervals the clang of a strange bell shivered over the onyx city, answered each time by a peal of mystic music made up of horns, viols, and chanting voices." - H.P. Lovecraft, 'The Dreamquest of Unknown Kadath'
A glimpse into the overgrown paths and unchecked wilderness of my mind.
A Social Phobic's Interpretation & Decoration of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.
Thoughts and writings reflecting the poet within and the activist
