The Pointlessness of Poetry

Cynicism is my new addiction, fuck it load me up- Give me one more hit of bitter, god I’ve missed this high Jesus I feel low I embrace my futility and never look for meaning Dismissing true connection for my own self-hating And books that will never love me back – not I believe in … Continue reading The Pointlessness of Poetry

Summer Storms

  Watching the clouds bruise in the corner of my eye, As I focus on reading the worn out, tea-stained pages of Süskind again, The winds is picking up and dancing through the window, It plays with my damp curled hair But I’m lost in another world far from here- Fat droplets of rain jump … Continue reading Summer Storms