Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…

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

Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go

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

The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger

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

Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…

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…