She is cracked and dryShards of whatShould be.Empty air does not live here,A harsh lit space of nothingnessWhere blinding whiteScours reject sidesAnd spears of brokenStab the world.The winds of voicesFlow on pastUnheard.There is no soil or waterBound to take in seedsSoft blown alongTo settle lightly,Root down firm,For nothing livesIn arid pain.Tip the broken vesselOn her endFor shame.Noisome ooze of fecal oil,A black and...
I am the moth in the jarHammering hard against glassAs it warms in the sunrise andBakes in the heatOn my fragile dry leafOf unfortunate soulEver flipping itselfTo get outAnd to breathe.Where the cruel sun beats downOn my wings turning vapidOver dryness insipidThat cracks ancient velvetThat once had held wisdomPotentially vibrant inDust-devil murmursThat whisper the secretsWe all knew and know now,I don't belong here. Thi...
All is Gone - Adrian Gabardo I guess it's true, everything does turn to rust, time is such a careless bitch, dropping you to the ground on every opportunity. Everything I've been, has now vanished, the once sweet kid, is just a bag of sorrow and apathy. My will has carried on, like the grains of sand, carried by the wind, far from my reach. My wish to live has disappeared, I feel like I'm just passing by, like the man wit...
