Category Archives: 3. Love

dig the trench bare the soul fall before the sword doesn’t matter came to grips with reality happines elludes me and now i’m empty cuz i filled it up with words siphoned out the pain so you could be comfortable … Continue reading →

she hid the keys hid the booze took the kids left me laying on the floor “no more” was the last thing i heard reminded me of the time my mom said the same thing to our dad and we … Continue reading →

i always got a kick out of the way she’d wrestle the mattress trying to tuck away the sheets we’d just made love in like we were done messing the bed up or something she knew better. i craved her … Continue reading →

i’ll never write a poem or a story about love because love is trivial i’d rather write with a purpose i’d rather bleed for a reason i’d rather write about the time you woke up with your hair a mess … Continue reading →

in the morning i pour my coffee from a dirty coffe pot i sit at the table wonder about where this day will go head out for another day of slummin for the man broken windows are my sunsets in … Continue reading →

broken vases and a shot glass to the wall grapefruit on the lawn i wondered why she’s mad i brought her flowers and a half ate burger just for her we’d been fighting lately over stuff that didn’t matter idle … Continue reading →

On the corner of Tried & Tested i confessed to the sky that this isn’t the way i wanted to die well, not right now you see too much time has been invested in this journey but the bastards timing … Continue reading →

with a new day comes another suprise what will it bring today? another smile, another laugh, i’ll take either. just her smile is enough till tomorrow, when a new day another suprise another smile together.

quarrantined myself with the help of the nectar of the blue agave my self worth left outside the walls of this prison barn acting as a sin bin in the middle of a winter storm and that’s where i sit … Continue reading →