A.P. Sweet

“Her eyes burn like a match head striking my flesh with ferocity and precision to ignite the night with a divinorum induced dream.”

“Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.”

“Sometimes at night when the moon is almost full and my hands go numb from writing, I cleanse myself of her poisoned love. I welcome the water, the inevitability of death and embrace the long painful road out of love.”

“runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire”

“Sadness is a moment in which the world took something from you. Depression is a lifetime of torment no matter what is said or done.”

“And like my comrades, I too have tasted the bittersweet assurance that I would be okay with myself. And like so many others out there, I have given that dream away to the wind and its power over the trees.”

“I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun.”

“I kiss the soil as if it is the last time I will recognize the beauty she has given the trees.”

“Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.”

“awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover”

“I would give my heart to the religious so that they may realize that god hates us all.”

“We make our own music. We paint our own future.”

“I sense him smiling and laughing and looking at me with eyes of a thousand aborted children coming back to rightfully claim their life, to claim the earth.”

“And now that this body is gone and has been returned to the Earth, I assure everyone that psychic energy doesn’t die, it is recycled throughout the universe and will out live anything that we do as living beings. Flesh will decay, ideas won’t as long as you believe in them and someone believes in you.”

“I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain.”

“where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?”

“I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.”

“I wrote because of their inability to nurture me. I wrote to conceal the truth that life was filled with pain and that true beauty could only come from that pain. I wrote to simply disguise that pain.”