when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

BECAUSE WE ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS. [74 POETRY]

sometimes, you feel void. #20 poetry july 14, 2016.

what a strange feeling

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."