To be the parasite.

To be the parasiteretreating within it’s home for the nightwith an appetite for bloodand flesh covered in crudnever to fully sleepbecause it’s home is more than just a tasty treat. The host is rarely acceptingmurdering the parasite is rather temptingan unexpected hostis a parasite at mostfeeding off the Earthupon their birth. Recently I’ve been tryingContinue reading “To be the parasite.”

This character I shall write off dead.

A novel is above my expertisemaybe pleasethis timeI’ll write more than several lineshating the words I’m reading back in my headthis character I shall write off deadif one tries and cant succeedshall they just proceedor take a hammer to the keyboardeach word strikes another cord it feels as if a choreto prevailisn’t it easier toContinue reading “This character I shall write off dead.”

Vomited from one mouth to another.

Simple thoughts I don’t know who you areor what we areor where we are. I feel simpleand complexa complexity of words.a complexity of thoughts If you use big words does that make you bigbetter more intellecthmm… aren’t all words just a cluster of soundsformed by anotherand then justified as language?simply put it’s all bullshit. andContinue reading “Vomited from one mouth to another.”

A hermit at heart.

A hermit at heartdodging each dartlurking in their solitudebecause they themselves don’t want to be rude. An abundant amount of conversations leaves the hermit disoriented and in search of their station because their home is their shelteryet food, water, and even shelter itself isn’t above herthat means partaking within the customs that mostly corrupts themContinue reading “A hermit at heart.”

As we sleep.

As we sleepall the feelings weepas if the creatures knowthe exact moments in which we growprying the goodthe happiest of thoughts blurredeating what makes us smilestirring up our fears spitting them out in a piletwisting them to the surfaceour happiness served it’s purposesatisfying the creatures quenchwhen we wake burdened by the stenchof our fears thoseContinue reading “As we sleep.”

Our focus should be the planet.

Burrowing myself under like a fragile mousehiding away from the noise of this civilization the callous words of both the victors and the bereft the weak stuck beneath the floorboards the quiver of their lips the further we all slipa divide do I go back and hide both sides are fueled of hate every greatContinue reading “Our focus should be the planet.”

Nothing is left untainted by human touch.

The clouds painted overhead are the works of the lates every great debate lost within the strokes of every hoax. The wind in the airis filled of wordsof every author whom ever cared. The sea is filled of saline secreted by the lacrimal glands of every soldier fighting for their land. The grass is fertilizedContinue reading “Nothing is left untainted by human touch.”

Who is the center of all this?

Are you realis it you standing there in front of mewere they right and was I wrong? Damn I guess that’s what arrogance isyou could collect my soul right from my bodyand I’d smile and askyou to explain the separation of reality from a dreambecause how do I know I’m really awake? Maybe reality isContinue reading “Who is the center of all this?”