When voices come to people such as myself during the night, I feel compelled to jot what they say down on paper. When I'm not lazy, I'll type it up and post it for you all in about 2 minutes plus tax. New poems are featured below, but for past ramblings, you have to do some work and click on a link. Sounds hard, I know. Almost as hard as throwing rocks at you.
might you
see for
your cut
use the needle
lives your corpse
likes the fire
to drink you
essence
still cold
want your life
more to life
kill you to make the sugar
porcelain is all you need
you are the porcelain
step up to fall
crash your soul to pieces
a thousand
and you can't become whole
he'll lick you
kill the fleas
kills you
kills all
tighten the collar
shed his fur
shed his life
make your life
stick him root
he can grow
salamander
break your neck
cause you don't deserve to die
fire is all is seen
burns the tears from out your eyes
burns your face
kills the life
burns the hope
want more from the glass
sicken
truth is what you can't see
-Joel
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