your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
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…
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
How come you are like the air to m… I can’t hear or see you But I know you are there for me Each inhale bringing clarity you take care of me
We all sit here and take a look. Comparing lives on a fake book, seeing how you’re photoshopped fac… For what, just to pass some time.
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant
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...
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
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
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
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
These words so permanent, Each letter I feel. With words so permanent, How do I distinguish what’s real?
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
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…