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.
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
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
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
Insecure the feelings here steer this car Not a clue to where I’ll go
This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
Sailing at night or sailing in mor… all sailors take warning. We live in a tide of lows. With sewage that backflows through…
Where does one start his journey t… If a picture is worth a thousand, nowadays in public housing, it would only say, “In God We Tr… But it is never enough,
Life repeats, I said life repeats. All my life is war and retreats. War and retreats, No sign of peace,
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…
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