The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
love is like a rollercoaster you build up all these emotions like fear of falling and suspense of reaching the top, anticipation and its purest, once you get up the hill you have to mak...
This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits
To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…
I hear all the wind, whispers and… For only the wise listen to the ea… With no intent to reply, Only to understand. Why can’t I be like that wise old…
These words so permanent, Each letter I feel. With words so permanent, How do I distinguish what’s real?
The pencil my blood And paper lined the same Like each and every vein They carry the graphite I used to write through the night
Jaw always clenched In pain not power working til I’m drenched Wearing on my body trying to kill the mind
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
I could just sit here for hours, Thinking of the things to write an… But the only truth that matters Is that you were in my heart and m… So it’s my love I hope you find
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
Waves come and go while the tides forever roll clocks turn, and the sun will set Always under the weather But I’m not ready yet
Shadows, A sad man’s reflection all to hide his complexion you can try to run or hide but your shadow is your dark side
Been a lot on my mind So I put some down in lines Watching the sunlight reap last ni… I guess the alcohol patches nothin… I pulled the thread beside my bed…