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.
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
The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains
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
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,
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…
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...
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
Been a lot on my mind So I put some down in lines Watching the sunlight reap last ni… I guess the alcohol patches nothin… I pulled the thread beside my bed…
The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits
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
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
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…
expressions endless as the horizon from high to low washing away as the tides do some so afraid to smile for risk o…