These words so permanent, Each letter I feel. With words so permanent, How do I distinguish what’s real?
Haven’t you heard! There is srength by numbers My family has been torn for years… What reasons, I wondered. Now we are like strangers.
why do we feel pain from the tips of our limbs to the stem of our brain do we all hurt the same as the blood seeps from a vein
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
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…
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
Think deep and sink in to thought for with time comes rhyme and my time can’t be bought but they say time is money
another caffeinated week and I’m stuck wandering in my dreams a… feeling so damn beat yet all I can do is smile whats going out of style
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…
Stowaways, each and every one of u… All in an accident, A collection of particle dust There’s an infinity to be observed Where no sound is heard
There was a time, a story, and a t… A eager girl clung to a trunk and… Motors rumbled the mind of a man b… Bells struck, as did hammers, the… His cries unheard, climbing anothe…
Jaw always clenched In pain not power working til I’m drenched Wearing on my body trying to kill the mind
I don’t understand let me through let me through I have two hands just like you yet mine have been scarred and bro…
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