Poetry and quote image archive.

always on the run, always held a gun but possessed with great beauty she never knew, never had a sense of importance never held the hand of someone she thought was handsome life was cruel, she always knew selfless to he…

whispered with deep brown eyes i love you, but i’m not here anymore a symphony of cries intertwined with a new disguise always so wise, always rolled snake eyes standing afar, i realize once and for all i was hovering a…

in the sand i lay find things that bring pain in and out, circles around playing about town we’re going down smoke with me, die with me my hands are at my knees begging please with the bees, baby heart’s on freeze it wa…

mid-june, a coffee shop window ‘round eight or so gaze a few covered in sweat, my reflection your eyes seduction no lies this time i’m not blue your glow, you said to i’m with the flow, yet moving slow gaze again, but r…

this feels nice, the blood drips i can feel my life leaving this skin rather than thin, the blade cut deep i float free, soul still needs i arrive as they contrive but there’s no help in hell skin in the air, the feelin…

death is not scary, you see for you have been there before black like sea we’re souls searching to be our orbs afloat we sing another note we’re not alone we learn, we atone, we find our zone go on you were here just a …

a drip of the night sometime after midnight eyes glance, auras attract six years and a mile apart a few pass, you arrive one or two, can’t remember the time you tell your friends i’m a good guy, conservative and proper …

i loved you, i did but that’s all in the past the one think i ask, let me let go i don’t remember the first place your assistants name your voice is hard but your eyes, i remember the rain i remember days, the words, th…

on my back, legs in the air it’s not what you think the story of how this came to be it’s not that i sleep, i don’t sleep i lie, let it be i don’t greet anything i’m not always on my knees i plead, it’s not what you thi…

nothing but honey, the blood’s running my knife, all is well the blade feels warm, back to fuzzy the taste is bitter – sweet the scene, you on your knees i watch you plead – please, please, please you speak, you scream …