Category: Poems
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Scentless… Unappreciated…
Sitting down here in this graveyard of wordsMy hearts been dead for far too longThis creeping feeling isn’t right to how I feelWasting words on thoughts that don’t matterNo one’s safe if everyone is in chainsI can’t wait until I’m deadFor you to hear what I saidNo one’s fucking free…
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Running Out Of Space…
Falling asleep listening to the voicesThe ones that speak in regret and past tenseThe ones that never tell me it will be okayFalling asleep while in constant motionThey call it life, but I don’t knowThe difference between living and dyingFalling asleep listening to the voicesThe ones that speak in tonguesAnd…
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Everybody She Knew Was Going To Get The Twist…
Deviating from the fact that you don’t knowWe’re still drifting through what’s leftA made up time in space paid for with nothingThe monopoly money stacks up higher butThe good news is we still bleed the sameGreat… that makes the concrete pillow softerOur blankets made of trash somehow warmerThis cardboard roof…
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Still Pretending To Be Asleep…
Sifting through the linesOur thoughts have become tangled upIn time… words on which we dineStill starring with little left to sayI’d die if it meant anythingBravery… the courage to believe in anythingPersonally I wish I couldBut until recently it seems I never couldBelieve… a single thing ever said to meWorlds…
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Look At The Time… Does It Mean Something…
If you say it enoughMaybe it will mean somethingThan you can shut the fuck upAbout it… probably notNever worked that way beforeWorth a try with the little time we haveFace it your dad is probably gayMaybe only a little bit but you see itYour heroes are just losers in disguiseThe…
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Until Maybe You Don’t…
This diagnosis escapes meWhen I still feel the sameThis prognosis is pretty negativeWhen I can’t stop hurtingMyself… Everyone… No one…Seems rather lazy to give into such thingsRather pointless when you won’t let goSeems rather useless given the reasonsThis diagnosis escapes meWhen I still feel the sameThis prognosis is pretty negativeWhen…
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November Is Calling…
I only want what seems to hurtOnly looking out for a means to destroyThere is a desperate sort of placeFound living in mePushing a rock to get nowhereTrying too hard to admit to nothingBrains not working right…Need a transplant… a better oneBody won’t stop fighting this rejectionI only want what…
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Tired Of Being Awake…
This isn’t a dreamThis can’t be realityWhen nothing feels rightStarring into a blacked out lightThe disease in me has grown up fineDid you ever wonder where the time wentOr did you just decide that you didn’t careThis isn’t a dreamThis can’t be realityWhen nothing leaves feeling rightScreaming into the trees……
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Things I Wish I Could Remember…
Another day on fireAnother day on recordWasn’t planning on dyingBut I’m sure no one ever isThe history of manIs told in tragedyWords we made upTo define what we areIsn’t it strangeThat we don’t understandAnother day on fireAnother recorded day on recordIsn’t it strangeThat we’re the same but notWasn’t planning on…
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To Have Assumed This Could Be Real…
Told myself I was more thanWhatever this was meant to beA life left wonderingA time spent thinkingThoughts that don’t add upTo think that any of this couldThere comes a time in each of usWhen given up and walking awayCouldn’t possibly be the same thingThe thoughts they don’t add upTo believe…
Chewing On Glass... 