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...
Allah o Akbar
From the mosque mikes...
They they they
so sick of they one could outline...
Beauty can fade
like a tainted rose, or...
I may look strong,
But I am weak...