He looked at me with those gaping eyes. Sort of like two black holes. Like the light in his eyes diminished. And his soul burnt. That aroma of decay and regrets Soured the atmosphere From that crystalized

Painting by Mark Ryden You took me home my mind is your drone you tantalized me with your je ne sais quoi You tore me open and ate my soul you demon in disguise with your problematic cries you told me

As the barrier of communication wanes because of technology and specifically, social media, our perception of the world around us changes as well. Why do 'likes' send endorphins down your body and can

Hey steemers, Im new to steemit but im trying to figure out what to post. Im very random and will probably post about anything and everything I have an opinion about, but i wanted to be consistent with

Is its true that the good die young? For dying is the bad's greatest wish. And if a mocking bird ever did sung The only memory that I missed. My mind is in post war time And inside its trying to find The

I'll try not to fade away. I'll keep in touch. The rivers open wide, wouldn't you like to see? I've found trinkets of seams, draped around mortal beings. Like my own thoughts & veins, captivated by

When you move, i move a certain way. the kind of way that makes my bones shaky and my heart race. when you move, i see your skin fold and unfold. like this origami grace. forever holding its elastic trace.