Celebrated one more day of being alive,
Sometimes counting the minutes of every night...
A day of repression failed and followed opposite.
Twelve hours of rejection, invisibility, neglect...
Could never learn to read the map of my mind...
I flew into the mouth of the river and drowned one...
I want to get lost among seas
Where the color is free to be real...
How often I've found myself writing out my...
Picking at little, little flowers collecting dust...
Purple Shrine
I keep a shrine in my room...
Each day the temperature drops a few degrees.
The sound of nothing echoes louder through virgin...
Anger is poison that I breed.
To me a liar and a killer are the same...
I've longed for you to call me wicked.
Everyone loves a liar; to hate...
.....poem.
Is buried inside a pile of books in Canada or...
The marks on your hands are from the burning wax.
You can feel the rain hit your face but it won't...