(Source: nzafro, via djanasta)

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Damien’s eyesight rarely focused

on exposed years.

The sun struck blue

two months later,

running, he was 

astonishing-

he ran.

(Source: padaw4n, via djanasta)

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In the picture below, I crossed out text from a magazine article to create my own poem. 

But why

tied up rope

bound with 

violence.

My belief is 

not my belief

that I could

prove beyond a

reasonable doubt.

Beyond a 

reasonable doubt?

That would not sell.

Hell, I don’t know.

No, that won’t do at all.

I feel like

I’ve been

the victor-

Yes,

it wasn’t intentional,

I diserved

an 

impossibly 

complicated

maggot sandwich.

That will never

admit to

a guilty plea.

How’s that?

poetry / photography