Penned by Western

Instead of watching the world Fade to black At half past 12, I watch my world play back to me— Songs dance in my mind Like conversations...

We spin and around and past in common time, The sun sets as it wills and not by we, Pulling constellations for me to climb, And in their...

Frozen fingers, red at the knuckles and tips, the ghost of ghastly veins pulsing under paper-thin skin. Icy cold and temperature...

His calloused hands graze my neck the tender touch igniting the feeling of warmth of protection of love the perfect man…

Trigger warning: reference to death

My breath Rattles through my lungs like the old skeleton rattles his bones My heart Shivers as the cobwebs sway in the breeze My blood...

You left in a burning haze Like the sun, never looking back, you drowned over the horizon. The sky a canvas of gradients My pale lonely...

I knew a ten year old girl, Her belief in magic was like pixie dust, Coated across her ginormous glasses, Covering her bright eyes. From...

I wonder what it would be like to have… Crystals for eyes Hair dipped in gold Long gowns of glory Skin as fair as snow Long capes of silk...

worms must really hate the winter it’s cold and the snow covers all the ground and so they must get stuck there is just so much snow...

Yes, you gave me blisters from your fingers made of wood. Yes, you gave me burns from your arms made of fire. And yes, you made me bleed...

Jason Bradfield was woken up by the cold brisk that entered his cabin window. He got off the wood bed and changed into his blue overalls....

Tonight you missed my call Or maybe you ignored it — 6 rings and you were gone The moon admired the glow of my mobile As my thoughts spun...

Soft and tender words on my now dry and folded pages. My cracks and crevices filled by the same sweet nothings That used to fill you. No...

I wish I were a coffee mug So every morning When the moon lands slowly on the horizon You’d hold me. Fade out of humdrum day dreams as...

This is for the mothers of war. For the women from whom war has taken everything. For the women who hold the last hopes of war. This is...

She is an ocean Wider than you can see Deeper than you can imagine. You think her a drop of water But that drop contains infinities Life...

how can you reduce the body the actions the thoughts the silence of my colour of my creed of my origin to the category “of unimportance”?...

today I am allowed to hurt. my bed is a safe place I am allowed to stay. but I can smell Italian espresso in the kitchen & there is a...

Just do not follow the sound of screaming silence, And you shall surely lose the peaceful war. Let excited boredom fashion realistic...