void

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

EMPIRICAL

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

ANOBRAIN

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

SCREW THE STARS

AN ABUNDANCE OF GAY AND SPACE METAPHORS.

TRANSIENT

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

garden

eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina

for the faint of heart

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

let the heart beat

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

Clockwork

Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

wild world ↠ poetry

now that i've lost everything to you, you say you want to start something new (lowercase intended)