Life
(2015)
Random boredom
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…
When you say you’re by yourself you need to look around. Maybe reevaluate your mental healt… If I’m so rich at mind, Then i better share the wealth.
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
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
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?
expressions endless as the horizon from high to low washing away as the tides do some so afraid to smile for risk o…
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant
i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…
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
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
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
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
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
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…
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…
