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Noise

There’s noise in the attic Like some kind of addict I’ve yet to move away from the phanthomatic Screams of panic Like Johnny before me The world though the eyes Of a home of crazy And children despised Yet the… Continue Reading →

Kind of free

Dear Johnny, They kept her in a dark room. I knew she wasn’t far since I could hear her scream and cry. She would sometimes whisper to me. There was a Traitor chained with us. We never realized it because he… Continue Reading →

Idle and burnt

Idle, I cannot move Choked by the weight on my lungs Watching as I unshackle my feet There world is burning I cannot get off Idle, I cannot move I cannot feel their warmth I want to cut my skin… Continue Reading →

Glare

I dreamt last night of a boy Holding hands with the sun Smiling through the clouds Hoping for a chance to show his true colors As he ran towards the light Hoping to be cradled by protective hands He was… Continue Reading →

Closure

Dear Johnny, You know what’s worst than knowing something bad? Doubt. While I was getting ready to move away from the Guru, another captive pulled on my shackles and told me that I wasn’t chained at all, so I didn’t… Continue Reading →

Moving Forward

Dear Johnny, Every self help and cheap pharmacy psychology book says one needs to move forward. It seems quite easy and straightforward. Life must goes on and all that. Of course for those who simply have to start walking, that’s… Continue Reading →

Void

Dear Johnny, I’ve become completely terrified of death. We see people commit suicide or pass away after an illness or simply of old age. I’ve seen an interview with Neil deGrasse Tyson where Larry King asks him if he thinks… Continue Reading →

Chained

Dear Johnny, Some people are born with a chain around their hand, feet and neck. For others, the shackles are put on by a loved one who would rather control them like a dog with a choker. With time, not… Continue Reading →

She (demo)

I’ve tasted her bliss, the wine of her kiss Inebriates the soul in me As the Goddess sets in, deep in my skin I could beg for a lifetime And I’m a refugee, in her eyes so deep Protect me… Continue Reading →

Mist (demo)

I’ve always found the words and made them rhyme To draw the things that are a on my mind To light the weight of thoughts I can’t define And make them shine When we would laugh all night long Clogging… Continue Reading →

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