Writer's Block

What’s left of her dancing distant breaths What kept wept and slept to the left of the white Bright but blue in hue The remnants of what’...

Roses and wine and candles and wind chimes and time and today images of love unlimited present it with prism with woman with the gift of lov...

Do you dream to demean A nigga like me? A giver of my liver if I had it My habit is that im stuck Fucked with giving unto you Giving ‘til im...

Dreams are foreign With sovereign doctrine The song of men with sixpence And a sense of none Numb and locked in lust with young I’m hun...

Dry Socket It hurts Even though the tooth was pulled I fulfilled the rest of the result of the sin of omission Attrition of tragic ba...

Smoke It Till It Burn I learned to smoke it down to the tip Until I dipped back out of the burning water I can’t find my daughter even thoug...

He looked out upon the fields of the grape that were so tenderly cultivated. The workers were few but the profits were enough, perhaps more ...