We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue
Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul
I passed through little Whitley t… And stopped where locals could be… When I pulled up, I heard a sound Angel’s voice in Dolby surround It was a sweet, but tearful song
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors
Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side
You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve only seen just a glimpse of… You’ve been Her all along
Working towards Common goals
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
You’re the bestest bud Anyone could love And your soul shines through All the doom and gloom Fortunate to have
The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
We were formed In relation To this world Our creation
