Category: Poems
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Things To Do When There’s Nothing To Do…
Start Over… Said everything there is left to sayIt is almost time to stop all this shitBeen on the fringe of a nervous breakdownSearching for the right things to sayNothing comes to mind, stay silentTaught us well now it’s time to show what we’ve learnedAt an impasse of great importanceStand…
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Broken Thoughts… Break The Silence…
Somewhere in the darknessJust before the lightLies something so darkIt hides in plain sightWorlds live and breatheA price to payA debt so lowWhat could come from thisIf nothing at allWatch the sky as it burnsEven on the darkest nightsStill can see the bloodWho does it bleed forIf not for you…
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Broken Thoughts… Begging Me To Stay…
The skin bleeds as the knife digs deeperMy skin spreads open revealing boneThe skin peels back as I pullMy skin lies in a pile on the floorThe skin is a metaphor for something I don’t knowMy skin is missing but I am wholeWho I’ve always beenA separation between skin and…
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Corruption and It Grows…
Would Like to Say Smell of ashes in the airWorlds on fireNo one, not me, not you, no one at allCaresHow long has this been coming?How long have we been waiting?Revolution not measured in inchesBut milesDecades fall to the waysideTime lost while others survivedBlink and you’d miss itYoung, the youth…
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Broken Thoughts…
We try to recreate things from memoryFrom feeling, never the same in our headsMisquoting everything in sightSo we begin this story of deceitFrom within, from the soulNeed you to relate even if it is onlyTo prove a pointSelfishness runs deepIgnorance so much deeperDiseased and seeking some sort of careThe depression…
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Something Different…
Broken Soul Even when we try to let it goIt goes nowhere, but straight to the heartWearing myself thin, dead skin maskStretched so tight, who am I supposed to beIf I can’t be youEnvision myself to be betterLies I tell myself to get byBroken boned and everything I despiseTwo more days and…
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Broken Thoughts
It’s been a minute… Gave up more than I’m willing to admitPushed it away like it meant nothingLied to myself and wonder why I’m so fucked upLiar, cheat, piece of shitMy anxiety starts right here with meGave away more of me then I’d like to admitGod can judge me and…
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Something Different…
With Me I can see every last thought you’d ever thinkI live in your dreams though you call them nightmaresMy thoughts are with you day and nightMy blood moves you as though if to fightTomorrow a new day dawnsYet another day for you and ITeetering on the edgeHow much control…
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Broken Thoughts…
Dismembered, disemboweledThere may be something I have to figure outBleeding for a while nowHow long can I liveAfter I’ve bled it all outIf the heart keeps tickingDoes the mind just shut it outI feel as if the thoughtsContradicted the actions that I’m feeling It haunts rather than drives me… Planes…
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Something Different…
Before In death we find peaceBut what about the restWhat about here and nowTranquility in sinBlood for passionPassion for bloodDrinking until you don’t rememberForgetting all the times beforeDo it once moreOver and over a repeatingKaleidoscope of bullshitHeard it all beforeExcuses becoming uselessYet I still have moreMy condition is humanBut why…
Chewing On Glass... 