My wildest thoughts are like dreams, dreams without a speech
dreams without art
and dreams without an ending
‘Without peace
and without vengeance,
‘Without love and
Without death, and
In all of the above
I’ve listed my worst nightmares
‘The things we tend to forget,
Everyone will encounter the empty thought, and everyone will
choose to ignore it
and everyone will live the nightmares
while everyone is to scared of their dreams
But it’s our choice to confront them
Punish them into submission
Tightly grasp them so
we can never let go
So we can always squeeze onto our hope
and our hope
is not
Lost
Our hope is our dreams
Our hope is
Our wildest thoughts
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
‘Don’t marry the nightmare while you sleep with your dreams
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
Lines are dead
And the structure is ******
Messy
All over the place
Some profound meaning
Is meant to be read
So
Keep writing, maybe you’ll
Find it
One day
Deep down inside
Between the flesh and bone:
What it all means.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
I died yesterday.
Doesn’t exactly mean anything
How could it?
I woke up, went downstairs
to see two kids eating, smiling.
I look across the table
to a chair full of nothing
trying to say something
She died yesterday
for something
I don’t know what for
but She died yesterday
and that’s it.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
A great musician is someone whos a
Rhythmic Philosopher
getting life
perfect in the music
But most of the time being
completely useless at the real thing itself
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
Your moon is on fire
And my sun is freezing to death
So our earth is dead
Burnt into nothing
Gone from our stars
Forever
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
My Paper is a blank reflection of myself waiting for my words to paint it in
its purest form
to show the world who I really am
and its never actually something that i want to read
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
You are everything i wanted it to be
(Whatever it was)
Because words look so different
when im near you
And don’t mean anything to me.
Friend, you are what peace is,
What i want
What everyone needs
Honest and as happy as you are
Sometimes, i feel
Awful things, outcasted
When you make that stupid decision
Again.
How many times does it run through your head?
Can you catch it? How do you get it?
Do you forget, i want to forget.
If that’s so then, we haven’t learnt anything
So lets
Remember our bedrooms
Friend,
Friends and family?
When it is all of us
Within four walls,
closing us in:
Making up our own world with
Our thoughts, our minds together
At peace, within our existence
Creating Our Own Meanings.
I Love you...
But
Meanings dont mean anything
when we’re in the same room
Together.
Happyornot,
Lets just create time together
So we can waste it
Because you are all everything to me
You are everything i wanted it to be.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Being is an ocean and
I Saw you in a dream
filtering sand
Through your tiny fingers,
Breathing me in. In morning,
I’ll find your creases in the sheets
Your words in my head,
flashing images inside
my eyes
Your crispy voice sleeps in my ear.
The kitten smile
your angel white lies
In your deceitful eyes,
But
Ill keep waiting for
Your boat to sink,
You ******* liar.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Cold blooded angel begging for death
Asking for a smile next to her bed.
Heavens gift with hells deliverey
Giving her property and broken bulbs
For a head thats alone with me.
When i speak to her
Or her wings, the thought goes.
If i had said what i wanted to properly
Nothing would of changed.
Id still be in the floors.
Hiding up,
to warm up my feelings
with cold metaphors.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC