The Best Part of Waking Up…

A cup of coffee, the sun rises in waves. The colors resplendent, and here I am. Full of things I wish I was not. Memories and yesterdays I wish I forgot. Like the house of a hoarder, with a couple less cats. Except you can't see the hoarding, it's just tucked away. All the words... Continue Reading →

Define the Line

I found a world that wasn’t there Tho it seemed so real to me I saw words that didn’t exist Yet I saw it with my own eyes I had a home that wasn’t mine Tho I swore it at the time I found a door that wasn’t a door More like the guillotine of... Continue Reading →

Press Play

-the mind often feels like an overplayed cassette tape. A mix that’s been rewound and replayed so many times, the sides have bled through and the music has become warbled and confusing. Side A and Side B, like past and future, bleed together in a cacophony of nonsense. -how can time simultaneously be a man... Continue Reading →

A convo with ____

-perception is just like a Snapchat filter of reality. It interpets everything and goes unquestioned. imagine how many moments of any day are colored by the lens of perception. How many thoughts or feelings are nothing more than seeing a dancing hot dog that’s not even there? -anything taken seriously can no longer be fun.... Continue Reading →

My friend, Lyght, is missing. Please help

TJ is an incredible person and artist. His real name is Terence, he performs under the name Lyght / Project Lyght on Spotify, YouTube, Reverbnation, SoundCloud, etc. He’s been missing for 2 weeks. The last thing he said on Facebook was that he was sick. He hasn’t been heard from since. His roommate has filed... Continue Reading →

The Joy of Unbecoming

When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last   Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask   The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →

Sterilize

Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens I have soared I’ve danced... Continue Reading →

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