Tag Archive | ink

2/13/17

2/13/17


Still drunk and foolish Knowing each sips leads to thoughts more barren and fruitless Liquor therapy, dare I say, is, so useless I use it for this, For those words, The ones that just hang from my lips. So much better spoken through these here fingertips. Verbally witless, It’s easy to witness, Even gets easier […]

1/22/17

1/22/17


Take a trip, get away Do it with your mental Escape it with your brain You can leave, today Feel freer, for cheaper No need to pay for a plane Unleashing your soul on the page Can do just the same

11/30/16

11/30/16


Been some time between us. The thing that makes me lose all fucking control. Swear, this ink is a damn drug. A therapist. A love. A future. An enemy. A career. All in one. How could one strike it so damn lucky? One fucking stone, and it feels like I’ve got this whole flock. Stoned. […]