Writer's Block

  Saved From                    E X I L E                 Would I be able to catch your wind On my hole filled sails? I t...

   M y soul is cold                                                                                           On the downfeather of go...

There were no ordered steps to his movement. He was jagged in motions; dizzy yet flying. Flowing yet chaotic. He was drifting toward the edg...

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...