Stephen Poullas:
feel the world press on.
Stephen Poullas:
in and out of seasons, awaking to reality, losing it's grip on me.
Stephen Poullas:
We owe this to ourselves.
Stephen Poullas:
dismantling false hopes, building new disappointments.
Stephen Poullas:
The World was Never Yours for the Taking
Stephen Poullas:
false ecumenism
Stephen Poullas:
I've spent my life building walls, brick by brick and bruise by bruise...
Stephen Poullas:
Everyone keeps telling me to disappear.
Stephen Poullas:
flashes of brilliance, perform for no one at all
Stephen Poullas:
Communicating with imaginary friends
Stephen Poullas:
Space to Breathe... Live to Live...
Stephen Poullas:
Headlines no one will ever read.
Stephen Poullas:
in motion to the melody that is never more pretty, than fate
Stephen Poullas:
this is nothing short of predictable
Stephen Poullas:
When the Dead are Dancing with Dead
Stephen Poullas:
traces of the ghost i used to be
Stephen Poullas:
skin and bones and those that never grow old.
Stephen Poullas:
waiting for the sky to fall and purge humanity.
Stephen Poullas:
i have no resolutions
Stephen Poullas:
sit still, breathe the summer air, absolve your failures, forget about empty futures.
Stephen Poullas:
erratically, irradiant
Stephen Poullas:
So I Finally Decided To Give Myself A Reason
Stephen Poullas:
Don't be so existential.
Stephen Poullas:
Art of Almost
Stephen Poullas:
not a soul around me would ever understand.
Stephen Poullas:
Shook hands with the devil, just to see what side he was on.
