They Too Shall Pass
All that we are, and all that we know– they too shall pass.
All posts filed under: Black
Poems and words on the darker end of the spectrum; themes revolving around death, loss, depression, and dejection.
Ten Feet of Earth
Do our bodies go into the ground, or does the ground go into us?
Running In Circles
I keep running, in circles you've drawn, always running– back to you
Amour
Into the arms of another, I cannot race, for you have me, amour.
Pathos
The process of grief turns the heart on its head, in its trial to understand the path of the dead.
Saboteur
He who smiles the brightest, casts the darkest shadows right behind.
God Is In The Mafia
Belief is the currency, with our lives for exchange.
A Tragic Escape
How do you escape, he who is within, he who is without, and he who is yours?
Holes
Holes, sometimes, cannot be filled
li(e)yes
All is fair in the heat of passion.
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