moo to the world : Writing

...and i don't really feel it anymore

...and i don't really feel it anymore

A Poem by moo to the world


Cold coffee and this muffled scream ..getting quieter...and i don't even feel it anymorei feel strange sitting stilleverything i know tells me to got..
deep in the middle

deep in the middle

A Poem by moo to the world


as the final kiss camei knew it was but a few daysbut my anchor was gone and the sea was going nuts, rocking, ..
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A Poem by moo to the world


My chemical tail,deep in your vain throat Lead me around by it and choke on your inflated words you can only do one or the other paint yourself Or ..
tight squeeze

tight squeeze

A Poem by moo to the world


If you look closelyat the tiny negative spaces your find me just a spec on an endless blinking and blaring world its easy to miss open and quiet spa..
dirty clouds and hopeful thunder

dirty clouds and hopeful thunder

A Poem by moo to the world


she has spiders crawling from her and as her words enter me i feel their fangs grab hold and slowly tear me asunder with neither a flinch she is wat..
from my head

from my head

A Poem by moo to the world


a summer breeze falsely flies bycause winter is all but hereand these ghost wont leave me alonei see visions street light and alleyways and an ocean s..
written in stone

written in stone

A Poem by moo to the world


subtle oblivioncreeps into my cornersand waits to move till every time i try to look at it directlyand i know this is hopeless no one not a single..
concrete vibrations and raimbows

concrete vibrations and raimbows

A Poem by moo to the world


i stepped into a smelli remember it when i was a small blossomthis is what dad smelled likedusty and warehouses filled with this and that but mostly ..
lemon flavored winters

lemon flavored winters

A Poem by moo to the world


the ghost maker lies in you saddest happy thought and in the back beat of all the cogs falling apart there is a song like a tortured angels plaintive..
broken glass and the last dance

broken glass and the last dance

A Poem by moo to the world


there is a headi use to petlast i heard it was in the groundthese hands have held on but the dust that pools in my hands isn't what i originally grab..

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