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
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
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...
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
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
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
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…
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
This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
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
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...
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
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…
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
