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…

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

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

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…

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,

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

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…