My best art comes from the psychoanalysis of...
My muse is lit by the fire of internal wreckage...
Air is heavy when you're sober,
a weighted nothing breaks your pride...
"A Fly To Sigh"
Fly, fly, fly, away...
To place judgement on me is merely a sarcastic...
I shamefully doubt the ingenuity and sincerity of...
Sounds of coarse disdain
This man stands on baseless words...
Out of sight, out of mind
Never content with new ideas you find...
This smile no longer reaches my eyes
For it has become the perfect guise...
I’ve been to an island of thieves
Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...
Extensive years
Is not nearly enough...
"It's not my fault you're feeling this way."
And it's not - but your coping mechanism...
It has to be me - the only anti-depressant -
grinding gratitude journals into routines...