Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Of An Ashtray

Because there is so much more of an ashtray than mere garbage for used cigarettes. The burden from holding another person's leftovers and the disgust from keeping all the dirt deep inside its soul, relates to me in one way or another. Always absorbing the dirtiest trashes of life with no one to cleanse the mess inside; is it like...

Friday, August 7, 2015

Blue

And if the color blue was created beautiful, then what makes being blue so sad...

Saturday, July 25, 2015

The Ocean

You are like the ocean Your waves drag me deeper Crashing me far into the middle Where I begin to lose my grip That I can no longer stand on my own feet It is only when I start drowning I realize that I'm tired of trying To find a gap for me to breathe In between your ebbs and flows I swim against the current Heading...
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