treacherous fiends
feed us deceit
behind a screen
showing us violence
and things most obscene
it would seem
we're all on the same team
but believe me
its best to not feed greed
and make it gluttonous
by keeping it in front of us
it is necessary that you do not trust
the high tide of lies
that ties the media to your eyes.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
What thought
could have wrought
all this despair?
Yielding aught;
toxifying the air
suffocating adolescents,
atop their chairs.
Now they feel time
intertwining with their fears,
and I feel their tears sear into my mind
So now I hope to find;
a way to make all of their burdens
mine.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Lie with me
I dont want to see you shiver or shake
No i dont think leaving was a mistake.
Yes ill stay even when the earth quakes.
Nothing could ever break
My resolve.
Ill only be me while youre involved.
Yes ill be back
Even if i have to crawl
Through the deepest sea
Or the shallowest grave.
No im not saying id die
Please dont cry
Its far from over
Even though its gone under.
I still wonder
Where you are when i awake
Why things aren't the same
Why that chapter ended on that page
Why im filled with rage
Why i cant erase this place.
I need you here,
I need you safe
Talk to me please!
Don't go to sleep
Take me back to the snow.
Please take me back to the boy you knew.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
I'm tired from yesterday;
that's all I'll say,
this tired reality is more than I can take.
But you and I?
We could try a lie;
and pretend to die,
the deepest false sleep.
Spend eternity counting sheep;
Somewhere on the beach.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
How does the wind know which way to blow?
And do plants KNOW they have to grow?
if they did do you think it causes them sorrow?
To provide oxygen for us with each and every gust?
A species with nothing but pride, greed, and lust?
Knowing we're just another passing phase.
(Since the planet has bad taste)
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
It was a simply soothing sound.
Seemingly surreal, severing the silence
With even sin surrendering to the sublime symphony
Of sirens signifying salvation.
Leaving legs lying limp and lifeless,
Losing a life I'd have liked to live.
Leaping, laughing, or lounging lazily
I fear for my future
Forever fighting ferociously.
Because four fearsome phantoms
Brought bars, blades, and bats
To beat my bewildered brother and I blind
Before we both blacked out from blood loss.
Now there's a knife notched in the nape of his neck.
He'll never know the nuance of another night;
But now I know the necessity of the nightmarish noose
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
what happened?
Where did it go?
I had a gift to write things I didn't totally loathe.
I could write about being dead or sad and it didn't totally blow..
Or I would record my ideas,
and people wouldn't laugh like hyenas.
I don't know what to do;
I can't just get super ****** and pretend I'm Poe.
I just can't write anymore, I don't know..
Please help me end this time of pain;
please help me write something that isn't lame.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
I spent the majority of my time recently In the mirror.
Screaming curses at myself for me to be better;
because I perceive myself as minuscule and insignificant
as a spec of dust on the pinhead of a needle,
hurdling towards the sun.
Pretty much nothing right?
Yeah.
But I slowly stopped hating the man in the mirror.
Little by little; the days would pass,
and the dim eyes of a man filled with sorrow and pain
would only look back at me for a moment,
before something began to stir in him.
A passion began to flicker like candlelight in his pupils,
and a smirk would emerge from the thought
that my lips were sweetly caressed by hers in the snow and rain.
So my candlelight arose
to melt away the snow.
Thanks to her;
the man in the mirror is no longer a sad, lonesome, stranger.
He's me.
And we will continue to smirk and smile; and beg her to stay a little while longer.
Because her lips are only intertwined with mine for a moment;
but that single moment when heart and soul agree,
will last me an eternity.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Your words crept through the night like silence
urging itself to be something it's not.
You whisper to yourself In the dark
while you think I sleep soundly.
that whisper;
sweeter than a symphony
moved through the air and met my ears.
One barely audible "I love you" soothed every delusion of loneliness
and quelled my insomnia;
like a snake charmer to a hydra.
It broke me down my very core
and revealed a truth:
you would proclaim your love for me,
even if I couldn't hear you.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
What's in a dream?
is it you?
or me?
or who we hope to be?
where's the seam?
which is my reality?
All I want is clarity;
to know if I'll awake from despair into prosperity.
To know if it's all an illusion;
an allusion to confusion.
Which leads me to believe;
That there's nothing left to perceive,
and that it's my own information i receive.
That life...
Is but a dream.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC