Misanthropic Echoes From A Time Long Forgotten

A lost soul from the Temperate Rain Forests of British Columbia. Musician, Writer, Poet, Wanna-be Philosopher. Ask me anything and I shall answer

Can’t you feel it breaking?
Cracking, bows shattered; 
leaves strewn.
My tree has been blown down
by the gale of your storm.
Even in summer-time waste:
The gloam shedding her final 
tears of sunshine, silhouettes 
my oaken visage. 
Are we a part:
Or apart?

showered-flowers:

have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i love you. i love every goddamn ounce. i love your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you. 

(via mulletsmakememoist)

Here’s the actual footage <3 

So I recently competed in the Vancouver Poetry Slam, here&#8217;s the footage! Thanks to everyone who competed and came out :D 

So I recently competed in the Vancouver Poetry Slam, here’s the footage! Thanks to everyone who competed and came out :D 

Immortal

This loss of emotional immortality
Has left me so much more human
Than I ever wanted to be.