I sit and wonder. Every night. Does she think of me. I think of all the times. Times spent together.
Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…
Drops of red adorn the snow, A trail leads off in the dark, And as we follow the bloody trail, Do the drops come from a heart, As moonlight glistens on the snow,
This is the day we knew would come This is the moment we’ve waited fo… All the hours of preparation All the shudders of anticipation Are you ready for the memorable mo…
I sat down under a lonely tree to contemplate the lov-e-ly way it swayed, so laz-i-ly, in the sunny, summer sun. And as I sat, I wondered how
Sincerely I believe what I say What I don’t practice I preach every day My part time morals are…. Too easy to be true
i look at you gazing at those clouds eyes like green glass marbles reflection of the blue stained with pink hue
Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four
Blood stained flowers die Life flows from the fallen tears Listen to your heart
This world of ice. Forged in frozen sheets, layer upon layer. So many attempts to thaw, daily melting.
Picture will you, the Summers, of gardens with roses outside, those left to nature start growing… the flowers and children alike, Picture will you, the children,
Im sick of your lies all the fake smiles Ill forever figure out the truth beneath your skin you cheated me and my friends
A poetic reminder About the chronic murder Of the god in us when we aren’t li… High on the pleasures of life is w… The reason of our existence is far…
I’m a monster of my thoughts trapp… I fear the horror in my memory its… Sometimes I wish I had a reset bu… Instead they grow claws on me and… Then my visions display as salt to…
In the land of the dead, where sil… There lies a poem that no one expl… A story of sorrow, of grief, and o… A tale that no one ever dares to p… It speaks of a time when life was…
Though I’m not, a religious man, Before sleep each night, I pray, That you can handle, all this chan… And come to my cars today, I ask, whoever’s listening,
Heartbeats uneven, scared yet want… Wondering time and time again what… For us two who fall fast… clenchin… Now it’s your turn to do your part… Soft skin, Strong hands, Words so…
I used to be happy I would smile all the time Laugh at the smallest things I used to believe that anything is possible
An ode to botany’s sacred cycle, The season of its resurrection. The time for us to til the soil, The time for us to plant a seed, The time to look for the new life,
I HATE WORK EVERYDAY THE SAME SHIT /JUST A DIFFERENT TOILET / EVERYONE HERE FEELS THE SAME WAY, BUT DOESN’T ANYBODY SHOW IT/ ITS ALL SMILES AND FAKE LAUGHS/SMARTPHONES IN THE HANDS OF...
Goodnight On the eve I die alone Don’t morn me Simply delete me from your phone Remove my contact info erase all p…
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
If I Told You I Sat Alone In… For Days So Depressed And Bad O… Tell Me What Exactly Would You… That I Was Giving Up On Life? Or Maybe The Devil Had Gotten A…
“I changed myself in time to fit in on any level, to reflect different images differently, to be more then what others would like to see, to pretend but be faced with reality, that ever...
After decade of wait, you say that… It’s just a phase that will fade,… If it had to fade, it would have i… I am still waiting for that tomorr…
I was well known and much beloved And rich, as fortunes are reckoned In Spoon River, where I had live… That was the home for me, Though all my children had flown a…
That horrible noise in my ear Telling me another minute you’re n… But it also makes me lose track Something that I’ll never get bac… It drives mad when it goes round
I touched that knee. She did not… And the earth had not opened at ou… She did not even laugh. Her fooli… Twinkled a moment in her cheeks, t… Like fog—bound stars for ever from…
At times we all have selfish thoug… As we perpetuate our need, And it seems today the pain of oth… Is the food on which we feed, We’re inundated by the medias,
Say, ye apostate and profane, Wretches, who blush not to disdain Allegiance to your God,— Did e’er your idly wasted love Of virtue for her sake remove