We all sit here and take a look. Comparing lives on a fake book, seeing how you’re photoshopped fac… For what, just to pass some time.
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...
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…
Shadows, A sad man’s reflection all to hide his complexion you can try to run or hide but your shadow is your dark side
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
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…
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 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
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...
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
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
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
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
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.
These words so permanent, Each letter I feel. With words so permanent, How do I distinguish what’s real?