the two of us together we're straining against our stitches so many coded kisses have been encrypted on our lips { this is where we continue to ponder the absence of all capital letters } This is my second book of poetry, a sequel of sorts to Eyes Full of Skies and A Mouthful of Lies.

they think i'm weird - i know they do it's true, i'm not like them i'm vulnerable, exposed a snail without its shell that's why the place that i feel safest is the inside of my eyelids where no one else can hurt me if i don't let them in { this is where i take capital letters and i watch them soar majestically out the window } Amateur poetry from a strange mind. #679 in Poetry - 01/11/16 #557 in Poetry - 01/14/16 #483 in Poetry - 01/15/16

Poetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I know is I've got something fucking with me, and it possesses me until my pupils don't even exist and the immaterial spills from my nose like concrete. It's time to disconnect, I've made such a mess of myself. When reality unhinges itself and all you can do is watch your sanity slip through your fingers, you start to understand what value truly is, because it's looking a lot like the black tar on the walls. I've lost myself to a pill bottle of prescribed obsession, but everything's feeling so timed. What is it you see when you look through these screens into my soul?

"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark imagery. more specific warnings included in individual chapters (if any). vulgarities indicated in the title by (v/w).

"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be indicated in brackets in the title (although pictures of the original extract will not be published)

a poem a day. thirty days. attempt number one.

"someday i feel skinnier than all the other kids, "and some days i can't tell if my body belongs to me."

Every poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.

☆ I'm only a starry eyed dreamer using poetry as life support ☆ [poetry]