It was the most beautiful moment that was so perfect you felt like you could just die. It was like the first time you ever heard Dido and Aeneas’ “When I am laid in earth.” A moment so pure you feel like you’re dreaming and begin to question ...
When I think about the past and how blind I was in that life, I compare it to being a god and losing everything when being cast out. I had the unlimited power to destroy myself and everything around me. It’s like having been in a cave for years and...
Too many codeine pills, Too many nights of cold chills Too many weak-handed deals Too many lives, the addict steals
I can remember when delusions of grandeur entailed wanting to be a rock star, movie star, a millionaire; to make it as a writer— now it seems that it’s to want to earn a decent living
When Pisces go to war, there’s never a shortage of broken hearts.
I’m in love with my corporate girlfriend, with the Cyclops heart
Because any guilt the size of a speck of dust, or shame, can crush even the best of men, in mountains of weight
Love, is a Bloody Razor Blade Love came like fire from above and disappeared like a wet dream, underneath a leaky kitchen sink For weeks it went drip, drip, drip… until it could be, eventually fixed It took a long time to depreciate all the things ...
And somewhere out there, in the river of addicts, alcoholics, wife beaters, doormats, overeducated legalized thieves, fascist police, and bitter rivalries— someone told me it’s a good city, and I don’t know what’s more frightening
What simple and ordinary lives we live, underneath the shadows of projection screen artists
America—where we hate our fathers, love our mothers, and everyone is hung up on trying to be a man
I pawned the remote to my misery, trading it in for liquor that was cheap; screwdrivers for my vitamin c, and a little bloodstream to my IV, helping to soothe my lunacy
I’m the new age miner, going to work at the company’s gold mines, where they charge me for the pick axe
I used to fear things like not having enough alcohol and drugs, or the money to get them. Now I fear someone holding me down and physically forcing me to take drugs and drink alcohol. I fear that for some reason I wouldn't be allowed or wouldn't be a...
And these are the same type of people who kill the innocent and justify it by saying “They’ve gone to be with Jesus now” But we won’t talk about how they crucified Him, too
