It seems at a young age. I saw.
That music is something I could grasp.
Something that is endless.
Unlike our human body.
It's passed down.
From generation to generation.
Always changing with the times.
Always morphing for the agenda.
Underground lies the true talent.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Behind the screen. If I were to write.
You barely read my hand writing.
For I think faster than I can write.
Or type.
Behind this screen you'd see the joy.
The saddness.
And the pain.
You'd see everything that makes me.
Sane.
You'd see the pages I have filled with.
Love.
Anger.
Hatered.
Dreams and doubt.
You'd see me, inside out.
But with a doubt you'd see.
The lust for love in me.
A deepness that no one can fill.
A black hole to the bitter end.
You'd see.
For beyond this screen I have dreamed.
Of a life with love and no agony.
With a woman who would set me free.
You'd see all the truth in me.
For I do not wear a bow or crown.
I do not bow for the serpent now.
I have never wore a mask to be a clown.
I have always just shoved my feelings down..
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Sometimes in life.
I wish I could log out.
Lay low for away.
Be forgotten for a few, days, months.
Years.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
I've been trying to write.
But every time I go to write.
I fail to bring my point across.
Even though opinions or...
Actions don't really matter.
Everytime I go to write.
I get hit with, why does it matter?
Why even try to express or feel.
Why.
Death is endless so let me rest there.
I've sunken again.
Just with one brief thought of you.
Death fills my mind.
Planing the ways to do it
Not to others. To myself.
For I never feel worthy.
I never feel I will ever love again.
Loneliness is my love now.
And here I shall reside.
Until a brighter day rises.
I'm hopeless.
With a heart full of cahos.
And a dream bigger than my being.
Headed for destruction.
In a lake of fire I am dammed to be.
Forever dreaming of a place of peace.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
Hopeful for what?
I'm not certain.
Lost forever but still seeking a way out.
Judged by many but loved for much more than is known.
Wishing to feel love like a child again.
Brave.
Careless.
Free.
But now there some uncertainty.
Unsure of these people.
Unsure of my self.
But before you fall in love you.
You must be sure she is the one.
For you have been fooled many times.
You have been fearless of pain.
In the name of love.
But now you coward in shame.
Pointing the finger and blaming the game.
Become what you are.
A fool.
A jester.
But laugh at me, as you will.
I've got love on my mind and a soul to fill.....
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
Unwind and let loose.
Loose.
To the constant noose.
Around my throat.
Around my life.
For what will come loose.
When the knot is pulled free.
A gasp of air.
A sight of freedom.
Or is it a glimspe of life.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
Dreams of you and I entangled.
Still to haunt my mind.
Waking from a dead cold rest.
To find.
Your gone, with time.
Gone with all my ryhmes.
But over try I will.
Until my heart stops and time stands.
For you left my heart.
But it's never left you.
Lonely cradles filled with whimpers.
Never to rock again.
Pull the trigger, to begin again.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
Saturday night.
I was dragged to hell.
Unlike the hell you've read about.
A hell all around us.
Monsters in disguise as humans.
Laughter in the sound of ghouls.
Smiles on the face of goblins.
The devil himself dosed me.
And thus began the trip
The trip into hell. An internal hell.
Still I bleed the same and feel the same
But my mind is still in the trip.
A false reality.
Or is it real?
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
I am addicted to you.
I am addicted to happiness.
Happiness I find in the taste.
The taste of you.
I am addicted to the sensation of your skin against mine.
The taste of your lips against my lips, constantly linger.
The simplicity of my addiction for this being, is unimaginable.
The simple smell of her perfume, the way she holds herself.
My addiction goes deeper than just physical meanings.
My addiction runs to my soul.
This addiction, which we call love, ether way it's the same way.
Consumes me, It fulfills my deepest desires.
My addiction will be the end of me.
It will suffocate me and drain me, until I am no more.
Sadness and realization go hand in hand, both make you stronger.
My addiction is life, love, happiness, pain, sorrow, and to never leave someone behind, never betray them....
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
The first page of the story. Tells you nothing of how it will end.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC