Connecticut based poet & writer aspiring for some level of legitimacy... A website is a good start! I hope you enjoy the entries here:) Check out all th...
Tickets to an indie film at a local theater last left standing in the plaza and soon too will be gone Where posters of failed flicks from 2012 line the walls sun-aged and peeling, irrelevant, in reverence to your past Where the popcorn's a few bucks less than at the megaplex uptown a bit funky, a bit stale, but still just as good as before Where the claw machine's filled with the same prizes as…
missing persons posters torn off street posts unceremoniously unfound but understood, accepted, replacements now wanted I saw my silhouette traced out inside the classified ads even though I left the ghosts behind I just can't help but feeling haunted the gravediggers whistle my song into the long and dreary night the nighthawks will hum along though they don't get the melody right they will…
all of my fondest memories all feel just like a dream half coherent, vaguely poetic but nothing quite concrete but that which is immutable undeniable, certain as sleet will haunt my smallest saddest thoughts as I drift off in going to sleep living in the now is just a fleeting fantasy when my head's on a swivel it's never quite fixed to enjoy the now would simply be insanity over my shoulder and…
Though I understand the sentiment I cannot help but laugh at the idea of "profound loneliness" The idea that my missing you is poetic meaningful even remarkable When in reality it feels like a cruel and pathetic thing How small I feel now without your presence How desperately I crave to be back in your arms Even if your paws were around my neck in a chokehold It was your chokehold. it was ours. Of…
don't hesitate before it's too late
there's always a silver lining there's always a sliver shining there's always something to grasp even when kicked down the stairs of a rejected escher painting why? for being, I guess, too asymmetrical too unappealing too sporadic there's a ledge I can grab onto some square of the chessboard unoccupied, unpawned the silver lining that sliver shining the silver lining is being stripped like copper…
Shine through hallowed halls
Instead of cursing the darkness, I've decided to do something about it
To begin; This is not an apology, we have nothing to apologize for. Technically all of this information was available through public means, our organization has simply decided we've reached a stage where it couldn't hurt to have some more transparency on our end, especially if we want to better reach our goals without mass resistance, intentional or not. That being said, Have you ever had weird…