Over the past few years I’ve fallen short of writing but a sprinkle every other blue moon on this delicious cake.
Though I never stopped writing on the scratch paper in my head I would have liked to have printed more often for my inactive fans and those of you who stumbled across my trash bin of crumbled feeling on this site.
This year I will upload WEEKLY so don’t be shy to follow me through this year and keep up with my less than thought out poems and lyrics as well as short stories such as Star Crossed Me.
My deepest thanks from your fellow poet ~Pilgrim
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
A short story of star crossed lovers who can’t even touch ones finger tips.
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
looking down at that lipstick print you left on that cigarette and what it meant to me
So here’s your crown to the ******* queen of lies letting every ******* guy between your thighs end my life with your eyes like a knife without words I struggle to find the time to think about you when I’ve found someone new.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
This flower had color and good bloom once and yet death blind to the beauty of all living things even one as vibrant as this has swept over it branching it closer to the ground until it breaks
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
Sunlight shining through my curtains like fire on eyelids reaching over this empty bed in which I lay. The smell of fresh coffee fills the intoxicating smoke filled air I breathe lighting that morning cigarette. Exhale interrupted by a sudden cough followed by a sigh. The clock ticks 6am. I'd rather be asleep.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Like frostbite on my fingertips my life is numb and my heart is cold
I've given in to the physical harm and the mental abuse
Waking up each day wondering why and asking myself to cry
All these lies like
If you just be yourself people will like you or
It's okay to cry
I sharpen my razer repeatedly screaming inside to wake up
When in reality I'd rather be asleep
Blood flows like a river from my vains
Spill blood not tears I tell myself
My body grows cold lying on the bathroom floor as the room begins growing dark
Silence follows
Waking up in a hospital bed only to ask myself why...
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
why can't I write anything original
Even if that's my topic I can already hear the critics cry out
"How unoriginal this poem is"
In that response am I left speechless?
Do I just drop my hypothetical pencil and give up?
Even if the world turns it's back on me
Or at least whats left of my world
I'll keep writing hoping one day my words reach your heart.
Whoever and wherever you are out there.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
tonight i walked through a field that used to scare me
more than i scared myself
and thought of the last time that i felt hopeless
sixteen in my fathers car wondering how
an artificial light could make me feel so empty
and if it looked as dull pouring from street lights
as it did shining from my tiny arms
on days when the world was too loud
and my voice was too small
i wish i had known you then
about your mind and how it perfectly mimics my own
or how good it felt to lie in this field
knowing it was never death that interested me
it was the idea of an opportunity
to follow a cold breeze that promised to take me anywhere
but here
and you thanked me for curing you
for saving your life when you thought nobody could
and reminding you that people are worth loving
and worth holding onto
but i’m left with a knot in my chest asking
why this feels so much like leaving
and letting go
treat me like a stained mattress
rest your body on my body
let me feel the weight of your existence
so i know what purpose feels like
and i’ll lie patiently, waiting for a kiss
three seconds to prove to you
that the biggest mistake of your life
was jumping before the building collapsed
i’m sorry you thought this couldn’t work
because i’ve never wanted anything more
in my entire life
than to prove that it could
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
Try and try again
Never changing
The same result each and every day
Worthless trash
Words can't describe
Why am I still in pain
Inside screaming
Never crying
Scars bleeding
Heart beating
I'm alone because I'm broken
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:22 AM UTC
Why him over me?
You can't even handle your own soul.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC