Poetry and quote image archive.

blocking the door way your clothes lied near your essence, the candle fills the crescent as i look for you dusk till dawn no yawns when you’re gone no one to call upon so withdrawn, the black swan hold on, they yelled e…

all those excuses no two and two a black hole it was all you shifted gears head for high clear slamming deer drinking beers yellow eyes you’re gonna die love you never had to think twice never had to roll the dice i kne…

disturbing or alluring death is inevitable the frequency in which we meet bring ourselves to feet knees become dusty streets repeat in time we figure out how to restart take a window seat to complete conceit with heat c…

a message appears could sense your fears feel like i could go years you’d sit there wonder about my career had i gone anywhere? i did the same but my war wasn’t for you i’m sorry, i couldn’t shed for you those beers sti…

thrusting to busting head to knees smoke your cigarette blow it on me the way you dance check your phone and laugh would you like another said in southern you could smother they’d never wonder never imagine or fathom ne…

I move with one, obtuse for two. You and I, used to be, too. Do you understand how in love I am with you? I move, I shake, I rumble, strike and tumble. My rage becomes this then done. I walk with anger and my fists clen…

my thoughts are kind you run across, time to time i wonder is there a gaze for me are you proud of me did you haunt for me like you promised me i miss you soon we’ll resume see you soon p.s. i still smell your perfume

black shirt blue jeans lie in dirt roll with me careless nights feeling alive hitch a ride let ‘em drive let’s thrive one night was enough emotions were tough left a scuff and burned the truck never gave a fuck right or…

strike my nails blue to red your skin, let it ooze turn on blues you, i choose, skin begins to bruise lick your tattoo watch you transfuse they accuse look me in the eye i deny, i refuse play in my excuse i was abused s…

I lie within the ground subconsciously listening for a sound. The ground shakes and I forget, my chance to wake is far past approval. I lie, listening, yearning for touch – lusting for more. The cold sensation struggles…