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…
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
These words so permanent, Each letter I feel. With words so permanent, How do I distinguish what’s real?
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...
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…
I love the sound Every droplet hitting the ground Speeding up just to slow back down Its like your beating heart There’s thunder inside
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
This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits
I don’t understand let me through let me through I have two hands just like you yet mine have been scarred and bro…
Where does one start his journey t… If a picture is worth a thousand, nowadays in public housing, it would only say, “In God We Tr… But it is never enough,
The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger