Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
I don’t understand let me through let me through I have two hands just like you yet mine have been scarred and bro…
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
The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
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…
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…
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...
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
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…
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
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
expressions endless as the horizon from high to low washing away as the tides do some so afraid to smile for risk o…
