Poetry and quote image archive.

Some of our truths are scarier than our horrors.

i touch the tattoos on your neck because they’re the only thing which seems to make sense in this like your eyes used to on tuesday morning in sheets at your beds edge is where i used to spend time in all of this where …

have you ever felt on edge slipping off your seat to feel something worthwhile in and i talk with ease etch you into my blades and neck vertebrae i bend for you at night to slip under sheets twist without talking just e…

I walked the streets looking for something instead of letting what I wanted, to look for me.

you die because it makes sense in a sort of romantic pretense we lie in a world of black for eternity while moments we had reminise in our minds on edge will we take what we said and run or fall into depth of emotion wh…

I drank because it was lovely and I needed a calm to understand the reality.

It doesn’t make sense until you make sense of it.

i’m here stolen in a moment of life vs. death not in a sense of sadness but in truth with what it is and i fall to keep strength at my knees puzzles and complex feigns in greed with your hands at bay reaching for words …

i fall beneath your being twisting in vain between veins of our might crushed by bits in tango with a dark structure i told myself we’re stolen in moments to create a void of emotion by mouths of men jaws of might we di…

and i find your eyes in texture to be without you is to be without feeling touch of emotion breaking my knees to bend backwards without a point of view in essence of words we became to frolic seas of time in virtue in g…