Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i've read a few of your poems here, and this one i read aloud, too meself and the painted walls, and it rung, it bounced and came back to me, it stunned my ears and quickened my blood. A problem i've always found with writing, poetry esp. is breaking up lines, my lines rarely break unless the though...

crushed carpet with our backs and watch blank walls take on color i'll believe anything you want me to save a saviour and the world will scratch off another one not yours but mine everythings independent but nothings alone have you ever thought of christmas ornaments and the boxes they sit in for al...

illumination, pray for floodlights, but such small particles raise to the eyes, dust, remnants of clouds wish upon something unchanging, i hope i will, thow the penny unto an oceaon with movement as opposed to a stagnant well, yes, i know the water is chlorinated, pumps, ect. but i want sand to move...

the hardest faith is the belief that we are real, that my lungs can bullet breath through lips to fill balloons for a childs hand to hold and dream, i've done it, forgotten it, drawn sketches that look like readings from a seismograph, and the earth moved and it was good, and the blood sang and i sw...