I think these pieces just don't hit hard enough. At the same time, I think they should be put SOMEWHERE. Many of these poems also contain external inspiration that hasn't properly been internalized and turned into something else yet, so if you see something you recognize, I promise I wasn't intending to plagiarize. (Who am I kidding, it's not like I sell this stuff to anyone, who even cares??)
a voice floats in my ear and lulls me awake to a sky of shining suns. put me back to sleep, so that i may return to the abyss of streetlamps and litter.
the ever faithful lover; the most cruel of masters
your harsh truths wound me like a poorly written climax, your embraces hold me like the warmth of winter
i push down, and you shove me down further
what are your twenties except failed adventures to speak with the ghosts you thought you'd become?
it's hard to dig a stranger's grave
but don't be fooled-
to dig your own is like breathing
you’re happy. that’s great.
and there is nothing else i can say through the payphone as u fall asleep an ocean away from me.
paradise is a person, not a place.
paradise is tear tracks and tissues; heaving cries that wrack a body, held together by arms and love.
no one appreciates a whole piece of coloured glass - you need to break panes to make stained glass after all
and i love holding your face at one in the morning, lit by nothing but slivers of moonlight and the nightlight in the corner
paradise comes from ruin, and that’s why man was driven from the garden: man was given the chance to finally experience eden.