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
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...
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…
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,
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?
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…
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
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
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…
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
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
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
The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
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
