Sometimes she blows
Cigarette smoke
In your face and
You call that love
Not because it is
But because
You want it to be

You're so ******* lonely
So ******* unable
To handle the
Ocean roar in your
Ears when you're alone

You tell yourself
That the ash in
Your lungs is
As good as
A kiss good night.

She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin.  You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were lucky she might whisper them to you alone in the safety of darkness, but in the light of day she would never show weakness. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Human Emotion. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.

touch every feeling feels like splinters going through the hand


Everytime I lay in the bed feels like the man on the cross every time you ignore me ...


Something I cannot comprehend cuz I was locked up in the cell I couldn't get ahold of you.....


If it was different at the time

I would have been there every step you take every struggle you have to go through like Bonnie and Clyde.....

Like I was Walking the Tightrope for you......



It wouldn't matter it was life and death I will take a bullet for you...  

If it ever come down to that point like a f* Melody going through my skull....

Look at through my point of view......

I Walk Alone this dirt road with no cars no sounds......

Trying to find a soulmate to feel sorry for me.....


Because I have my 9 Miller pistol pointed to my chin ready to pull the trigger.......



It ain't no drug out there I haven't took.....


Truthfully and be honest only thing it does give into my demons to make my pain worse....


Inside my head I think my family is doubting me. Because I ain't doing s** in my life...

So what is the point of living anymore if I have those problems stacked on top like dominoes........


When I was deep in my compression

Because I did not have no money in my pocket.....



I decided to walk in traffic to commit suicide

But the cars went straight through me

Like I never existed......

Like a ghost from below.....



You tell me that is the only way out



Can't steal from the poor man.......

You can't break a man that's already been broken.......



And you can't bring back the Dead......


We are all lost in this world alone......



It is two type of people in this world


The people who live in the present


And the people who trying to rebuild the past......


You have to pick one and this life

Death is coming out of me
Every memory of pain and mourning

I’m bursting with light

Despite the dark I’ll come forth with
Roaring hope and fulfilled longing

Every day, you make a choice
To stay silent or raise your voice.
And that's your choice, and I respect it.
I just want you to know
That if today, you decide you want
To be a lion
and let people hear you roar,
I'll roar with you until you don't feel alone or broken anymore.

the walk through the dark forest,
with these trembling legs full of fear.
the fear of hissing coming from a height,
And the rumors of a living giant bear.
the crying trees suffering from blight.
hands start shaking, whenever I try to write.
the experience was honest and real,
that roar if lion I still can hear.