Category: Blog
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Broken Thoughts… I Guess No One Really Gives A Shit…
The memories they changeRemembering all the bad timesSeems to work out this wayYour selfish needs never changedAnd I can’t look away anymoreNot like I ever could beforeAll these years spent to get hereMild forms of abuse build up over timeThe hurt seeps like an open woundFrom my heart through my…
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Broken Thoughts… Sitting All Alone…
These feelings come over meFelt them before and forever moreIf they could go awayI wouldn’t even know anymoreThese feelings wash over meWaves crashing on the beachWaves washing up against our feetSweeping our existence out to seaIf there was anything left to takeI wouldn’t even know anymoreThese memories taking over meFelt…
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Something Different… Everything Might Get A Bit Too Heavy…
More Black Cloud Than Anything Else No more reason to even trySpirts been sucked right out ofEverything I thought I had to sayA black cloud is swinging by for a visitCan feel it in my bones and see it on the horizonNone of it never made much sense anywayBeen told…
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Broken Thoughts… I Want To See The Sun…
Nothing can end the way it beganNothing can begin the way that it endsEndless servitude to an invisible handA life built on fate that doesn’t existQuiet voices guiding my way through destinyConflicting ideals running through my headIf it is than it isn’tIf it isn’t then it must beSo above as…
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Broken Thoughts… With Beds Under Bridges…
No one will ever find the bodies… I hopeI made sure of it this time… I believeAll you really need to know to move onIs that I’m no longer hunger… satisfied at bestNot like before or maybe ever againAnd it wasn’t three it was only the twoImportant information when they…
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Because Everything Can’t Be So Serious… Or Can It?…
Might be leaving here with very little battery lifeBut I don’t careAll in my head if you ask meNot truly dead until five percentAnd even thenBringing all the hurt one could ever needA sinkhole made of shit, more like quicksandBut who’s asking meNo one ever did so maybe that’s why…
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Let’s Fake An Answer For the Curious..
These Days The days bleed togetherHow it is or how it always was?Questions, answers, sin, justificationThe days bleed togetherThese days stick togetherHow it is or how I’ve always wanted it to be?Liar, truth, asshole, cuntThe days seem meaninglessWhen you are aroundBleeding, blending, living, dyingThe days are all there seems to…
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It’s A Funny Story… Even If It Isn’t…
Trying something new… Imagine that… I haven’t written anything new outside of poetry and the new story I am working on… Sadly that isn’t for the website… Redoing my next book… well kind of… I had this whole theme I was running through the whole book… I didn’t like it……
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Broken Reality…
This is something I would only say to my best friend, but since that is you and since you aren’t you anymore. I have to feel. I have to live as though I am alone. I see you every day. Walking by me as if this is all normal. Walking…
Chewing On Glass... 