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…
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…
love is like a rollercoaster you build up all these emotions like fear of falling and suspense of reaching the top, anticipation and its purest, once you get up the hill you have to mak...
This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits
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
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…
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
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
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
Jaw always clenched In pain not power working til I’m drenched Wearing on my body trying to kill the mind
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
It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
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.
Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…
