I wonder
if you can fly me...
Things finish, at times
Things make Sign, at times...
I am not very hairy at all
My head is rather smooth...
baby owl falls down,
a cat gets into action...
I shall write of you no more.
But so alone...
Sometimes we write about our own demise.
Sometimes we really do want to die...
Taking something.
And making it our own...
Words
Thoughts...
This is what I want the audience of this poem to...
1. I’ve cried more in the past month that i’ve...
I have learned
that a man can go home to his ego...
I am a skyline in grayscale and
you are an ocean of black and white...
Static hunger
Gnaws at my bones & tears at my flesh...