Sailing at night or sailing in mor… all sailors take warning. We live in a tide of lows. With sewage that backflows through…
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…
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
This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits
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.
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
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
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 pencil my blood And paper lined the same Like each and every vein They carry the graphite I used to write through the night
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
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
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
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
