Monday, April 25, 2016

non verbal communication

today today

i am not your cause, and i dont want your effect.
i dont even know what to write.
i dont want to fight
to keep up with this undeniable poison.
these people

their looks and their seisures..
always leave the door mat out
if only for your friends,
and i mean only.

a bundle of choice, and the small of my back,
a reputation built among trash cans,
and mirror painted faces, vomit stains spell ridicule
a mission of depravation just to leach obidience.
the image. the smell, the look of it all,
the friends, the greed, the worst of it all

cocaine and the best night you've already had,
the same family to be fucked into
the same confessions and realizations...
you are loved, we get you...
just stay where we tell you!

Saturday, April 23, 2016

shred level richter

coffee dinner

all your life you've never seen a darkness like what's in front of you.
she is the sound and she is the feel
like a moth to the light, a solitary night
taking back, taken by the stars.

i find myself with developed refined allergies
awkward explanations and forced topics
a stranger to any and every group
but that familiar face you've seen before

am i trying? is it effort?
does it take effort to not try?

is it weed?
is it me?
is it the sea?

i can't see any path but more like tracks
its all the same
the spacing between the steps

Friday, April 1, 2016


Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me