oh god... so alone...
when there's nothing to live for
what do you do then?

your life is music:
a piece of art, shown through time.
experience it.

the strife in your life,
there's a time and place for it
in my life: haiku

he would love to clean
until his world fell apart.
then, he loved to love

all curled up. check.
warm blankets and cider. check.
his hand in yours. check.

like children we live—
born to tell the world our thoughts
our ears keep us sane

zombies walk the streets.....
the dead wake and moan, "morningggggggg"
the cure is coffee!

i've battled demons
this sickness cannot be cured
it is our raw form

grey clouds cast shadows
there's so much color out there
we live for sunlight

i sit in my chair
staring at the wall. blink.
i've no one to txt.

i would love to love.
my life's a contradiction
she deserves better

game hides in the brush
it's the calm before the storm
run, protect your nests!