Peering into the broken hourglass

Pondering how these time pieces

Shattered, the time does not pass

Sand sliding down the crystal glass

Spreads g across the table just so

Shattered glass from which it flows

Whee does it start and go

Looking down to see it below

Particles sprinkled about a sign

Temporrence of time is due to resign...

January is cold so very

February is where you pay for the berry

March s when she catches you in her grandma

April is her cousin, yet to get it but wait

May get the great aunt in the tail

June is hotter than hell

July has lights that swell

August is for ballers

September like Kesha

October I’ll hopefully

November remember the 5th

December I’ll end her the note that I wrote...

Finding himself in a state of shock yet disbelief as he lays his eyes on the beautifully preserved Face Off of his lovely family who were promised that he’d never leave them. Recalling the moment he doubled down and said I promise, I will NEVER leave you, you are all that I am, without you, I cannot be. If I can’t be me, then who shall play the roles of you? *he asks as if speaking to himself* t...

Who might I be finding self I ask

Who I am could be this or that task

Reveling in the limelight we bask

Who we’ve become empty sacks

Cannot be ourselves crept behind backs

Of mind we hide away this secret

Ones that we cannot forget

So deeply ingrained we get

This information darkness sets

Creating shadow to project onto tits, tats, and tets...

Mike Jones is known for his song singing about how dey didn’t even want him back when he was smaller, not taller, but now that he’s sipping on some syrup, tipping Vols, chopped, and screwed….dey all up on his jock like chiggers nestling in a campers groin, hoping their host is a soul snatching ginger, that way they’ll be able to evade detection, but if we’re talking about Methuselah, you know that...

Taking sharp precise steps, steeling those once quivering nerves, he slowly pulls his shoulders back causing his chest to rise thereby increasing the capacity of his lungs, readying himself for what awaits. Pondering on the patience, humility , and temperament of that which can be felt just beyond a beautifully crafted door with a shiny and ornate doorknob that seems to have taken on a heart beat...

A generic looking automobile pulls into the driveway, braking, and an anxious man exits the car, making a beeline directly for the mailbox, pulling the door open, he’s hit with an ominous feeling as if some horrific disaster were about to befall mankind. Mind going directly to the apocalypse, end times, and the second time Jesus came on her smiling eager face that was so good at hiding the disgus...

This psychopath who wants to kill me has a psyche, has a thought process, has mind, a drive, a will to live, a reason for being. What is that reason for being? How can you exist within a world where emotional presence is dampened? What need does a creature continue to breathe, fight, and continue living without some type of emotional connection to something, even if with self, it will exist on so...

There once was a greedy insecure man who sought out ways to fulfill their need for a position of superiority, seeing anyone and everyone as beneath them, picking out a single person to ruin their lives and all of those around them, including the entire community, as well as the city, county, state, and country.

Participating in a predatory game that has been set up by private organizations and ...

Surrounded by hoards of people, clamoring for justice, pumping fist into the air, faces all around illuminated by the red blood coursing through their veins, screaming at the top of their lungs spittle shoots out in unknown directions as the judge walks up onto the platform where this court will be held. The crowd dies down in pure reverie of the man in the dark gown sauntering into position, fin...