Category: Poems

  • Lets Count This Down… Starting Back From One…

    Scraping the rust off it hurts at firstLike being burned slowly for no reasonA persistent need to keep moving forwardDespite the weather of all this painThe rain keeps falling moving like timeIt passes us by until nothings left except dustScattered thoughts isn’t a complete notionSomething else is consuming my ideasNever…

  • Let’s Bury This As Well…

    None of this is making any senseWhen there’s so much I want to sayAll at once, not at all, and any wayStaring into another blank wallHow did I do it before? Can’t remember…Pressure rising and the relief valve brokenKnow what I should do, but I don’tDon’t feel like doing any…

  • Let’s Bring It All To Light…

    Feeling so lost under the pressure of painThere’s no end to a day that keeps goingPerpetual motion of an endless emotionAlways moving forward no matter the costThe only way we’ve been taught to liveFeeling so lost under the pressure of existenceThere’s no end to what I’m willing to doFor a…

  • So Much For Tomorrow… At Least There’s Today…

    There isn’t enough time to doAll the things I think I want toOnly meant to be average at bestSeems I can’t even achieve thatWorthless even in my own headDid the best I thought I could Wasn’t enough to push me alongIt’s not like it got me any furtherCloser to a…

  • If I Told You… It Wouldn’t Make It True…

    If I Told You… It Wouldn’t Make It True…

    Space is a prisonI’ve written myself into a holeI can’t seem to get myself out ofConfused it’s like I don’t knowBut I do so the confusion growsMy words are getting blurrySpace is a prison we don’t understandMakes sense though I don’t know why that isCan’t seem to express this feeling…

  • Left… Right… Left… Left… And You’ll Be Alright…

    Running out of time… halfway thereWasn’t sure there was a differenceKnow now this is always changingMotivation isn’t the same as beforeHalfway dead… what’s the point?Want to push myself harderBut why? What for?There’s always something moreDistracting me from a goalI can no longer define simply by the wordsThought the point was…

  • With Eyes Open… Pulled Back If You Would…

    Information isn’t as powerful as we thinkNot when we keep changing the truthTo fit our twisted narrative of what to believeI’m not sure you know, but I know you don’tI’m not sure we know because I know we don’tOnly cause I wrote it that way to begin withBut I didn’t…

  • If I Had Enough… It Wouldn’t Be…

    This empty space is killing meBecomes all I can think ofAs I wait in silenceAn exercise in understand nothingThis crowded space is destroying meBecomes all I can think ofTrying to avoid youWaiting through all the noiseIn an attempt to understand somethingCan’t seem to find an equilibriumIn me or in this…

  • You Are Going To Wish This Was Something Better…

    Dimensions descending through the agesMy mind is breaking but some how I knowI can’t follow you into the darkness this timeNot like before or ever moreOn broken knees my body seems bentBut I think we already know the truthThis wasn’t ever about leading or followingNo one knows why we are…

  • I Almost Wish It Was Monday…

    It won’t be long until there’s nothing leftNot by some miracle just the way it isWe couldn’t imagine it could be so easyGave up a while ago but what’s the differenceThere wasn’t anyone there to tell us differentFurther we go the more we know it’s just airThe further we go…