poets in a coffee house

the water keeps running down the drain, and i’ve spent years chasing it. to chase after something that keeps getting away; there comes a time where it feels as if it is not purposeful anymore. and things have lost their meaning. “opiates and cigarettes to help me pass the time.”…

death is as sweet as the sugar i put in my tea. on friday, i feel joy. i dance and sing and live a joyful day. everyday is joyful to me. i can’t wait to see my future. ​however, the thought of death still crosses my mind. we cross this…

to live is to suffer. a carved pumpkin; the carvings will show as do the scars on your skin, but the candle inside lights up like the hope inside your heart. you will be broken down, you will build yourself back up, and what you feel now will pass. they…