Mondegreen / My Boy builds houses

My boy builds houses and makes them look grey;
I think he leaves it the concrete this way –
My stomach is hungry it’s crying its brains
I think it’s dying to drive me insane.

Mondegreen / home sweet home

I get dark gleams lit in my head. I ordered jumpsuits to sleep in my bed. It was winter by the time they were here. Talk to me people,  know if we cohere. Talk to me people, know how we compare.

There’s no hope for the thinker who knows they’re there. There’s no hope for the thinker who thinks life is clear.

The Kickstarter

This is my first post!

I figured the sooner I start, the quicker things would start to fall together

My plan was to start two blogs, dedicate one to poetry and the other to other writings. Turns out planning things out takes a lot of planning! I have wasted too much time trying to put things together and create a theme I have little idea what it should be centered on. So here’s my move;