I was in one of those hopelessly pathetic post-breakup states where you are incapable of focusing on anything other than just how impossibly alone you are.

This site is a compilation of poetic pieces written under the influence of life,pain, and good energy. This site is a compilation of poetic pieces written under the influence of life,pain, and good energy. Solemn Dignity Of A God. 8230;and then pull yourself together and move on. But I Tried To Tell You. The Future Without The Past. On But I Tried To Tell You. On But I Tried To Tell You.

A mysterious, private show. A mysterious, private show. Why are you holding back dear? Why are you holding back dear? Why are you holding back dear? In the blink of three years.

8220;There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed. There is a wound that never heals. A brown, crusty, scabrous shroud overlies it. Like fragile bark on a young tree. Blood courses down me on the inside. Like paint poured into a glass bottle. Everything I do is tainted. The bandage not a bandage. Why did you do it, Mama? Why did you say it? Your words, so dismissive.

It is painful, stranger,. The way we smile to camouflage. It is painful, stranger,. The way we talk to one another. Brilliantly, without a heart. Keeping our souls inside an impenetrable wall. A wall that hides our hearts until it rots. It is painful, stranger.