Category Poetry

there is still kindness and love in this ungrateful heart of mine will we suffer more if we choose to be kind? will we be wrong if we refuse to let go of hope? it’s all about survival man yes…

For most people, art is a fantasy. For the artist, it’s a reality. Art is often confused with entertainment. Entertainment is fun and shiny, cheap and easy. Art is a war between life and death; suffering and euphoria. Half of…

I would be concerned of the narcissistic pseudo-freedom you have the urge to declare to the world and of your self-proclaimed rational superiority that is nothing but a mask self righteousness in disguise to hide your reeking despair that comes…

i used to care because i thought i had to then i stopped caring because i didn’t see a reason to but not caring had it’s price it demanded dishonesty out of me instead of befriending my demons, i ran…

I tried many things many times oh how I tried and failed gloriously. I climbed mountains I drowned in pussy I treated myself well I nourished my body I followed the gurus I hailed the kings I asked the right…

I could be a million people but I’d rather be a shit fly in the middle of a shit pile Bathing in the glorious specimens competing with the other turd junkies I will fly away into the promising night belly…