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…

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,

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…

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

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 pencil my blood And paper lined the same Like each and every vein They carry the graphite I used to write through the night

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

Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…

i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…

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...

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