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 love the sound Every droplet hitting the ground Speeding up just to slow back down Its like your beating heart There’s thunder inside
your cigarette glows over the TV… grey clouds emanate in this grotes…
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
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.
The last cigarette, glowing to the end smoke rises, killing to fill your hunger
Jaw always clenched In pain not power working til I’m drenched Wearing on my body trying to kill the mind
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…
Add new poem for what, this world is fucked for every word the pencil should b… to paper not through a blogging lifeless ha…
Life repeats, I said life repeats. All my life is war and retreats. War and retreats, No sign of peace,
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…
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…
Sailing at night or sailing in mor… all sailors take warning. We live in a tide of lows. With sewage that backflows through…
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
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...