My father never called and said im sorry i miss you
Yeah love is hard but trying was truly the issue
Im not gonna lie i could cry but life wont give you a tissue
So i ****** it up
Being brave stuck like a suction cup
Laugh it off like i never gave a ****
My life was ***** but my moms was a mess
If others saw my struggle they would consider my life blessed
They saw people tumble and crumble for less
But the real ones always wish you the best
Heroine addicts follow streams under thin skin
Your slowly killing yourself again and again
Skipping lifes movie waiting for the credits to end
10 shots 20 cops lock one man in a pin
Thick bars with faded scars poetry without the paper and pen
The problem is that there is no help
Just many witnesses
Guilty to the soul who fails to show us his innocence
You didnt do the crime but blind minds cant see the differences
Yes we all sin like the ending of the book of genisis
People need to understand the struggle
Know that some people dont have the muscle to stand
No family to give him a hand
Distant relationships so far like earth to mars no stars to climb on
All alone dial the phone no ring tone
Shhh
Silence like dumpster babies
Mothers making deals with hades
Couldn't afford prescription ******
So you wait 9 months to take 9 seconds to get a garbage bag
Throw the baby away then run off to class
You dont wanna be late
Today a good lesson about the value of fate
Learn to own up to every single mistake
Ok your sorry well im sorry your late
There is a hussle in the struggle and its hard to recieve
That there are many different people who struggle with fees
Too many of them its like your dealing with flees
You need someone to bless you
But you forgotton to sneeze
Every body is losing grasp and keep on falling on knees
Tryna hide behind cover but there is no leaves on the trees
The hussle of a struggle is always hard to achieve
Only one savior can make all man truly believe
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
You were my home
My endless supply of comfort to my wounded heart
My happy when my sky was blue
For a hue of you was medicine
I would bleed and bleed
Drip drip dripping wet tears on dry pavement
A trail of tears for searching eyes
Was It wise
For me to assume that you were blind
Unconsciously following along
Preoccupied with other trails
Do I need a leash with bells for you to listen?
Do I need brail upon my skin for you to read, why I decide to breath?
Do I need to pay attention?
Do I need new prescription lenses?
Have you been smiling all this time?
I know you love my flaws like broken dolls
Young children can't forget.
I forgot to stay
When sky's are gray
To know if you are true
I packed too quick
I made me sick
I chosen to see love blue
I took my heart
Left her drip drip dripping
A trail of broken tears
Hoping for searching eyes
I was always too blind
To pay attention
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
Glance a gentle stare
That causes the skin to be bare
Tender to the lightest touch
Or a ginger smile
Dance in grace on a ballroom tile
Bid thee a moonlit dream
Silence my empty scream
Deaf be not the star
Black be not the tar upon ones heart
Only the sweet delight
Of ones sight
Can dissever my bond from misery
Will solve the crude mystery
Behind ones intent to remove the soul
Destroy all memories of a summers stroll
Longing for a few days
Dark skies instead of sun rays
Drown the candle in mourning
Be grateful instead of yearning
Opening vacent hands doesn't compesate
Until you let your pain
Evaporate
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
Your world revolved around destinations
A length in time that defined your reason to live
A distance one must travel to be heard
Your sore feet must ache
All the pain your heart could take
Spread out like loose gravel
Shoes have no sole yet you still travel
I am scared that you will lose your will to walk
I am scared that your world will simply drop
You will think your are nothing
I will be trying to make you see
To help you see why you take a step everyday
I am scared that I will need to wear your shoes
Bare the weight of the your world
Give you a chance to breath, rest, love
Help you remember all your destinations
I'm a afraid I won't be able to move
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
I close my eyes
And wished upon the rumors of a dandelion
Counting through my endless supply of box's full of overused stardust, the wishes that solidified when spoken
I finally found the childhood dream I thought was to stupid to speak
The dream that made me hold my breath so no one could solidify it before it could spread its wings
Then label me for spilling out my own human opinion
My lips stay closed
Locked and sealed away in a thin line
Scared that the world would be curious
And peel my lips off, bash my teeth in
Just to make me speak
That's what the world does when you decide to be silent
... But the world needs to know
I cannot hide this anymore
Maybe the world could lend an ear
And not criticize the shooting stars in my eyes
Maybe the world will look at my starry eyes and wish it plausible
I open my mouth
And present the world with my wish
"I wish...
for peace"
I **** in my desperate breath
And blow away the seeds of life
Watching it drift along slowly
My words testing the air
Solidifying
Solidifying
I look out into the horizon
The morning dew falling out of their earthly homes
Natures suicide bombers
Plummeting to the ground
Man running toward man
Arms flailing
Guns waving
Screams cascading
Lives erasing
War played in front of me
Laughing at my solidified wish
That is resting in my ****** palms
Peace can't save my chipped and cracked teeth
My peeled and beaten lips
I should have kept my mouth shut
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Bar dreams came dripping in
Beer bottles a headrest
Towers of bottles tops for weary eyes
Moonlight will capture my tries
Morning light will fill my demise
Wake me up when my mind stops raining
Flooding the gate of pain
Hurtful shadows taking my sane
Peaceful remedies go down the drain
Love always forgeting my name
Goodbye says the sun
The sky fell asleep all over agian
So did the smile from her eyes
All I see is frostbitten grass
Talk to the light while dusk tries to pass
Make your way to the end of all wars
Dont look down
Dont you fall to the floor
Someone has to remember my name
The stars remember nothing
When clouds drift ahead
While misty liqueur came making me drunk
I awake and I'm lost in my mind
I have taken the last of my time
I end up escaping the murderous fiends
I'm always hating these midnight bar dreams
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
Cracked
Pieces dropping like crystal rain
Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere
Scattered out like paper snow
Please make my stanza a snow angel
Help my color blind eyes see emotions
The deep dark pain
The violet sympathy
For the maroon agony
Divided by the serene white line
A sign for hollow peace
Near green oak trees by the shallow midnight blue lake
Yellow sunshine lingering on the deep water surface
Peace an eye full of imagination
Taking a long dip
**** and engulfed in lifes wonders
Yet I watch colorblind but aware of you smilling at the sight
Kissing the natural misty air
Beauty of black and white
In the essance...
Of my vivid imagination
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
Look at your torn fingers
Wrapping around transparent love
Grasping at what you perceive as real
Based on fear of losing everything
You could not bare the endless possibilities
That reside in your flawed mind
Speaking foreign languages of false gods
Cupids illusion for perfect hearts
The perfect rendition of serenity
Yet we are all flawed
Radioactive identities in the ***** hands of death himself
Pleading... praying for a drip of pure water to let my demons go
To help me see a vivid love once agian
Travelers of ancient times define pathways as divine temptations
Paths that can lead a flock of lambs to kingdom come or to a deathly sun
Blind eyes could see the words
Etched deep inside stone tablets
Jehovah be of golden truth
He envisions all likes of love
That wills me to make my fingers bleed
And grasp what i can not see
For faith be the only reason why
I know its real
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
Famished and Beaten
Like a broken punching bag.
I can't take this abuse.
My mind tells me this.
Unconvinced or scared
To slow down and observe.
A road full of stop signs.
I look forward and move with no sign of worry.
Tickets s
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from the glove compartment.
My mind defines me.
Shadowed palm trees.
Dreams of sunny weather.
Snowflakes drowning the sun.
Dreams never last forever.
I'm glad it doesn’t last forever.
Muffles from the late night arguments.
Neighborhood dogs intruding into the conversation.
Stay out of this affair!
We are not good kids.
Say the divorce papers.
I hope street corner hobos
Don't whisper for spare change.
I would spare change
If change could spare me.
Change?
Rearrange the emptiness.
A reason to find time to seek.
Shadows hiding from sun rays.
I am the shadow.
A discolored and obscene dream.
Wake me from the night terrors.
Before I scream.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
The visual arts of a pastel skyline
Shining through the deepest tunnel
Gliding through sun kissed petals
Shift back and forth like an empty rocking chair
No sight of someone sitting there
Why does it rock rock rock to and fro?
There aren't any signs that wind will blow
Green prairie grass following along
As if the world was welcoming you home
After fighting demons centurys ago
The mental beasts came intruding
Empty spaces now a color red instead
Killing useful sleep before I lay my head
An abrupt departure of my Ill mind
Kept asking me to seek of peace
No map will lead me there
Buddhist temples guide me towards the pastel skyline
The starry night
A distant sight of hope
Sparkling crystals in my black wine
Please do not pleed for rainbows
The pretty colors jumping for joy along a timeline
Of my pastel skyline
I am always drowning
For its hard to swallow the color blue
Because of heavy rain
Through years of confinement
The torture of a diseased mind
I found the grass to mock me
Without my blind eyes knowing
A rock rock rocking chair
Begging for me to sit
And dream of pastel skylines
Portraits of crystal stars
Water Lillie's on a white canvas
Drifting down a colored river
Spreading to the open sea
If only I could see
With these weak blind eyes of mine
Then maybe...
I could see me smiling
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC