give me a sign god,
give me a single reason why i should try god,
when the unending lies and cries for a pain
that leads only to the pleasing release of a woman accused
sadness diffused, trust abused, body abused
an artwork burned, ashes who yearned for the heavens
to only be chained and restrained, white words stained by the blasphemy of man.

equality is a word clear as mud - thick as a cloud and sweet as blood ...

hey so people seemed to like my corvid thanatology piece and i'm currently running on four hours of sleep so let's have some fun and educate you fools on something that we (humans, the people who inhabit earth) barely know jack about, even though we're literally living with it on the planet with us. like that weird roommate that we really like and can be super interesting, but sometimes they're just... so weird. so they scare us sometimes.
the...

i had a hunger for the deep
a thirst only quenched by lack of sleep
filling my head until it burst
at the twenty-first hour, 
cursed with unrehearsed plans, thoughts, words
spill until my lungs fill with toxic waste
coming from the rubber lungs made by my 
father, he told me
no matter what i did my words would be
silenced, crucifixion, my existence unholy
never do anything worthwhile until i'm thirty
my dreams are fiction, my mind a restriction ...

we the children of mother earth
hold her hand as we force the
smoke down her lungs, watching
(carbon dioxide, chlorofluorocarbons,
methane, ozone, nitrous oxide)
as she attempts at holding her breath.

she doesn't want to breathe, but
our sweet mother holds her tongue
and takes all the pain we lash 
at her, the whip of men on her
conscience every waking second.

bless her soul, the mother who
never sleeps, to care for her
feeble-minded, thick-headed
children who he...

if i tell you to run faster, go slower.
if i tell you to cry, smile at me and laugh.
if i tell you to scream, wallow in silence.
if i tell you to ignore me, bathe me in your warm, molasses eyes and soft arms and let me drown into your body.
if i tell you to abandon me, never leave my side.
if i tell you to hate me,

a fireplace cold
a lock with no key
a...

I've asked myself that question a lot as of recently.

"Why do you write?"

"What's the point?"

"Where do you think you're going to go with this?"

After all, for every story I've written— every poetry piece, every essay— everything I write, a part of my mind goes with those stories. Those characters, those words.

I guess you could say a brain cell goes with each of my stories.

That was me, trying to lighten the situation before I go...