“It’s all about that one person you think about whenever music plays.” – Anil Bhagath he is like musicit rises and falls,this song.the rhythm moves mecarrying me past reason,this song.– by elaina avalos

Like Music

Wanting to die since you ask, Most days I cannot remember, I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Even then I have nothing against life. I know well the grass blades you mention, The furniture you have placed under the sun. But suicides have a special language. […]

Wanting to die

Never think about the past, whether glorious or tragic it always gives you pain Always determine only after knowing the repercussions, not by the emotions all those sinful traits I once had are now a meaningful delayed lesson Be wise in choosing your habits and friendsWhere both reveal who you are to the world It […]

Words from an old man.

I had to say goodbye,not because of what was saidbut because of the unsaid.Your words just never materialized,and words being as they are,the lifeblood of my being,I began to die from the lack of them.Long ago, I knew your words so intimately,but then they remained frozen,resting frigidly on the tip of your tongue.And even though […]

Truth be told