To never exist anymore — From the notebooks
To never exist anymore. Let’s just take a walk I love you baby I promise I swear to you – Pick me up, Walk me home To never exist anymore. Loving you internally shredding each tissue that holds my oxygen is slowly collapsing Let’s just…
Death offers easy solutions. — From the notebooks
Death offers easy solutions. I’m wrestling with my dignity while knowing the law of karma is real. I’m internally shredding each tissue that holds my head up. It says in the Bible – thou shalt not kill. Can I pray for it instead? You…
I’m gone — From the notebooks
I’m gone. I’m not going to lie to protect myself anymore. I’m ready to give myself away. I’m ready to be only a memory that you only know of me. That’s all for now.
Burn. — From the notebooks
the kings are coming the latins have arrived Expect red all over With scared tears to die Snippet: Vincent Enrico Magnani
Burn — New Poems
The Kings are coming, the Latins have arrived. Expect red all over, with scared tears to die. The burdens of broken people, grasping for their moments of opportunity—frictions to broken deaths that need no introduction. Just…
Drowning — New Poems
A destroyed past changes you. It rewrites your voice, steals the trust from your hands, makes you forget the warmth of a friend. Lonely. Terrified. A man’s best friend—gone. A man’s best self—slipping. The…
Flares and Fractures — New Poems
I drove into the flares of unspoken details, creating an ambience of abundant cycles — crushed melancholy and hushed parts. That paved the way to broken screens and screams.
The Hollow World — New Poems
I walk this world I hate to touch, A barren stretch, a broken clutch, Where love is bruised and anger’s cursed, A place that’s nothing but its worst. The coven’s whispers claw my skin, A battle fought from deep within.…
Hollow — New Poems
Restored in the melting pot of others’ sorcery, Laughing at the stock they brought to the table, Like the offer held any kind of redemption. Tortured by the burdens of selfless growth, Yet glorified in their missing misery.…
I Met Someone, Let’s Say Him Is Me — New Poems
And he sings Frank Sinatra It’s funny how life got so serious, The kings of Bloody Mary tried to destroy the same Prophet from the kings that praise his cold shoulders It’s funny how life got so serious But I was the only…