some nights i can only cry i am deeply consumed by my constant rejection from those i give my heart to — their smiles and gleaming eyes only last from the duration of me making them cum until i tell them i love them — those words may or may not mean anything but in…
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last year and today
My power has died in the killing of myself. I killed her so long ago in the 9×9 dimension of colors on a canvas Setting the scene of pain and entrapment Whilst bringing the energy of what is lost and cannot be found She wasn’t upset to lose her life, she was relieved if anything…
This Car is Still Moving.
I guess my state of mind depends on which day I come alive On the passenger side of life Next to it’s fine fabrics of spontaneity I find myself in a time lapse of forgotten times and future memories And then I vibe to the drums of chaos of love and lust But the lighthouse…
The Conscious Journal 