Tag: Fiction
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Making Every Promise Empty…
Wandering around once againSubstance abuse seems to be my thingNot sure of anyone who wants to feel like themNot sure of anything… even meFloating around with this feeling in my headEyes burning… turning red… blood shot and hurtingHow I’ve heard it saidIt wasn’t that I didn’t understandIt was that I…
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Big News Coming… But For Now…
It hurts more knowing… than finding out…It hurts more wondering… than finding out…It hurts more feeling this wayThan anything else I can think ofI think of nothing else… and this is what I amLeft with… an empty heart… a broken mindIf I could turn back time to better timesI know…
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It Sounds A Lot Like This…
Clayton told me once I shouldn’t try so hardTaught me the difference between will and effectWasn’t sure what he meant right awayNot sure anyone understood what he had to sayBroken English and misplaced sentencesUsually isn’t the best way to communicateRepeat what he said repeatedly again and againDecipher the definition of…
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Revelations From Up Above…
Told myself this wasn’t it… A waste of timeNot sure which version of me to believeThe sickness settling into my bonesRotting at the core someone came to the doorLeft a package for someone elsePresents for kids who are doing better than meFull of smirks and dreams and other shitBill-less heathens…
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Looking In Between
Skipping rocks against the surface made of glassThey didn’t really like that and I didn’t careIt only rains when god has something to proveAnother storm rolling in, what is it this time I wonderWent down to the river to bleed into the waterFeeling really tense inside my own skinCan’t seem…
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Does No One Else See the Buzzing?…
I had a feeling I’d die tonightStill hasn’t happenedGuess it will be some other timeMaybe in the future in a past tenseKind of way that is meant to make senseSwinging and swinging is in no waySucceeding if failing comes so naturallyI had a feeling I thought I understoodStill isn’t clear…
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Another Writer… He Was A Talker…
Fading deeper into a memoryThere’s more talent than substanceHolding myself by the throatPushing deeper against an invisible bladeI’ll never be goo enough to be anythingFading into the pain that’s in my headThere’s more talent than there is substanceHolding myself down with my own thoughtsPushing my narrative deeper into my skinI…
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Don’t You Remember?…
Freeing up space isn’t working out as plannedThe walls are closing in and the floorIs already covered in shitSome say the best laid plans areFor somebody elseBut I never liked listening to others muchNot these days or even last week for that matterLiving in my head defeats the purposeOf ever…
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Did You Hear?… Yeah… Me Either…
Driven under there was no other wayTrapped beneath this endless rainBetween the dead and myselfThere isn’t anything left to claimI wasn’t so sure and now I knowThis was the way things were meant to beWish I knew there was another wayBefore I gave into this feelingBut there isn’t any turning…
Chewing On Glass... 