The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger

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

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

I don’t understand let me through let me through I have two hands just like you yet mine have been scarred and bro…

Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…

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,

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…

The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains

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

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