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

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…

This Christmas, Is love, happiness and forgiveness forget the wealth it’s good spirits

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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