Canadianpoet

On my back, the ceilings cracks, Taunting me with their numbers. And even on my side, I still
can’t find Comfort under the covers. Every creek and faucet leak, Leaving me wide awake; I
just want to dream, so kill me please, 'Cause this… Read more

Visit Swanktrendz His soul has long been sold. He walks close alongside death; His legs are
growing old. In fact, getting older with each step taken. His body shakes in waves of panic, As
he walks amongst the stars. Calm twilight, sidewa… Read more

Visit Swanktrendz Pirate man,Is using hands,While digging cities' garbage cans.Sucking
Blood,Rolling Mud,Eating - Breathing, The cities' sludge.There he sleeps,On cracked concreteWakes up
wide-eyed, incomplete.With a shopping cart,He's modern … Read more