Gut full of rocks and head the sam… I guess I’m stone washed but these jeans are mine and no one elses, when you think leave I
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
Just a machine yet theres still a bad heart left nested into nothing, beating to a false dream Coincidences in the colors but not from one to another’s We are all a child at one point...
i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
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
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…
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
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…
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant
I don’t understand let me through let me through I have two hands just like you yet mine have been scarred and bro…
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
tattered, tangled and frayed I cannot sleep the way I’ve alway… layed. I once used to sow these thoughts… But now I’m too afraid of what Iv…
