Life
(2015)
Random boredom
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
Haven’t you heard! There is srength by numbers My family has been torn for years… What reasons, I wondered. Now we are like strangers.
I could just sit here for hours, Thinking of the things to write an… But the only truth that matters Is that you were in my heart and m… So it’s my love I hope you find
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…
These words so permanent, Each letter I feel. With words so permanent, How do I distinguish what’s real?
i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
Sailing at night or sailing in mor… all sailors take warning. We live in a tide of lows. With sewage that backflows through…
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
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.
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
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…
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
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
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant