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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
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant
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...
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
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
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
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
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 see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
what do you see, what do you see when you look at me? atoms and particles bending light? and what about the night? Do you see me as I see you?
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
expressions endless as the horizon from high to low washing away as the tides do some so afraid to smile for risk o…
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…