I am a lighthouse
My light shines you ashore
Away from the boulders
When you can’t see Anymore
I am a lighthouse
I guide you through the storm
But when I am used
I am not wanted anymore
I am your lighthouse
But still I am alone
My purpose is solely
To guide you back home
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
I am tired
I am young in my bones
And empty in my heart
My mind feels hungry
But my head feels broken
I don’t belong here
The future seems scheduled
And my life on repeat
The days feel empty
Nothing has meaning
I wish I was old
To see the bigger picture
live in the past when it had meaning
To miss the things I took for granted
But mostly to forget this world
A world filled with nothing
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
People take it for granted
And just assume that everyone has it
To feel themselves be captured
By something they won't admit
To feel the pain
That consuming torture
To have that warm beat in your chest
Spreading like wildfire
To feel what
I want to feel
Not when the music starts
Or when a novel ends
I want that constant suffocating feeling
That gives my life meaning
I want to be whole and broken
I want what words can’t explain
Or letters can't decode
I want to be torn apart
And sowed back together
I want to feel my stomach drop
when life nocks me down
I want to feel my vocals rip
When i cry
I want to feel
Like something to someone
I want the emotion of knowing
I ment something
I felt something
To feel the raw emotions
Of being human
Not this numbness
Not the dread of the sunrise
knowing It will be gone
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
Who am i
But a speck of dust
Buried between a dessert
And a world to large to perceive
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
Mabey it was just the days
that seemed prolonged
My mind that resurrects the dead
To the reaches far beyond
Fatigued i let myself wander
Fulling false emotions blurred by imagination
Confined in my prior self
Till Im a tyrant to my own degradation
The bittersweet animosity of false hope
Like watering a blossom in hopes of a willow
My self-pity only absent in my dreams
had i wished they where nightmares not long ago
Strangled with fists and stains my pillow bears quotes i suffocate through
That quote
Go to bed
He’s not thinking about you
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
quills unburdened cuts
small as threads
some words are better left undone
then said
little by little
day by day
but for paper they’re scars
that won’t fade away
each beat is stained
flowing with ink
but it goes more unnoticed
than you think
even if they try to mend those
they seep through
papers pages will never
be brand-new
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Like an aberration
A colossal of ways
Is when the moonlight
Meets the sun raise
Time-lined asphalt
Orb shadowing the dawn
Avoiding flickering wounds
By moving on
Like a neighbor
A wall mould to clay
That is the burden
Between night and day
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
down the Valley
where the river flows
flocks of graves
swarmed with crows
ashes to ashes
turn dust to dust
where their metals lei
and turned to rust
stenches of blood
screams and decay
where wasted sheds
are left astray
down the Valley
where the river flows
are plumps of graves
where flowers grow
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC