We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
TONY COBLEWe are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
TONY COBLEBreak me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
TONY COBLEHe opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
TONY COBLEHer memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
TONY COBLEI’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
TONY COBLEIn an endless universe, she needed space.
TONY COBLEPoems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
TONY COBLEI hated you. and you hated me. But we called it love.
TONY COBLEFailures often become art. And art can never fail.
TONY COBLEShe’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
TONY COBLELate nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
TONY COBLEI wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
TONY COBLERomance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
TONY COBLEWe search for meaning. And destroy it.
TONY COBLELets die. Alone. Like we always do.
TONY COBLEThis heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
TONY COBLE