Clashed (Poem)

Severed fear and severed my might.
Cut it right through.

Take in the seconds...
for I ache.
I am. 

Torn and scarred and bloody and blue.
Hide it from you, hide it from you. 
End it all with nothing to lose. 
Fashion the noose. 

I am 
clashed

Rogue Buford

Clashed

Under the heart currents
Triumphantly
defeated.
Sway my breath
taken away.

Sway

Cold

You're leaving 
Gone away now

Your mail comes don't know what to do
so I add it to my shrine for you

Where I'm at it's hard to tell
and our room still has your smell

Slippery Socks

Wait

In my mind, there is continuous repetition proportional to the evils of all people.
Religion is the great divide and we shall only see peace when there is one.

Never.

-Anonymous

Urban Tribes

Cold 80

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I am Rogue Buford.
"Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved."
     -Hellen Keller