I write for a scream that doesn't reap the seams as it seems to be that I can only write rather then comit verbally but to be heard is key
the feelings here
steer this car
Not a clue
to where I’ll go
It’s the dollar bill
cheap thoughts been bought
from the man that said
Is love, happiness
forget the wealth
it’s good spirits
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
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
Write a poem,
just another one,
Another death, an unappreciated br
Just the two of us, my heart, your
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
I don’t understand
let me through
let me through
I have two hands just like you
yet mine have been scarred and bro
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
A sad man’s reflection
all to hide his complexion
you can try to run or hide
but your shadow is your dark side
The last cigarette,
to the end
killing to fill your hunger
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
i see past the horizon, beyond the
If people only knew how fast a min
These blue eyes see past grey skie
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?
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
Think deep and sink in to thought
for with time comes rhyme
and my time
can’t be bought
but they say time is money
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
Add new poem
for what, this world is fucked
for every word the pencil should b
not through a blogging lifeless ha
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
You want to hear it, you want to f
My lifes an onion and no eyes have
prying and trying to peel it, laye
Unheard from a diseased rhyme saye
Im a slayer of sin, leaving remnan
The more things change
The more I feel strange
The times on my mind
Are hard to find real
But somehow still remains
your cigarette glows over the TV
grey clouds emanate in this grotes
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.
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
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
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
tattered, tangled and frayed
I cannot sleep the way I’ve alway
I once used to sow these thoughts
But now I’m too afraid of what Iv
love is like a rollercoaster you b
Jaw always clenched
In pain not power
working til I’m drenched
Wearing on my body
trying to kill the mind
These words so permanent,
Each letter I feel.
With words so permanent,
How do I distinguish what’s real?
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.
We all sit here and take a look.
Comparing lives on a fake book,
seeing how you’re photoshopped fac
just to pass some time.
endless as the horizon
from high to low
washing away as the tides do
some so afraid to smile for risk o
Sailing at night or sailing in mor
all sailors take warning.
We live in a tide of lows.
With sewage that backflows through