My name's Anthony. I am 19 years of age. I like punk shows, 2 AM diner trips, and being with my girlfriend. I write poetry. My insomnia keeps my blog going.
A wooden door stuffed with cocaine
Frogs in a film canister
Cocaine disguised as candy
Cats filled with opium
Snake in a clay pot
A gecko in a false book
A metric ton of marijuana as a donkey
A METRIC TON OF WEED
I recall once on the church steps,
When I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention
To each sweet and stuttered breath,
I should’ve stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference
between attraction and connection.
i love sleeping. it’s the only time when you can escape reality.
i guess you haven’t tried drugs
I’ve tried drugs. I haven’t tried sleep yet.