I'm told that blessings would rather
Go to those who gather
To those who have an impact
On all of those they contact
But to surrender to opinion
Is to live under derision
So I turn to making things
But objects have little to bring
So I let go and pull inside
But is life better when you hide?
So pick the one you think is right
And show it to me like it's like
And now we're back to opinion
And life under derision
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
Something about this dollar I'm spending
Makes me feel I could be never ending
It's amazing what we pay to feel less human for a day
My brain gets hazy
The world thinks I'm lazy
Hell, they may be be right
But I worked late tonight
So it's off to the bar I go
And let the alcohol flow
I'm drinking out tonight
Jul 9, 2022
Jul 9, 2022 at 10:38 PM UTC
I stood at the edge of the chasm
Andy soul shook with spasm
The air was ****** from me
And with my own strength a fiend broke free
From the chasm it rose
And in the silence of my mind it carved it's prose
I felt the hollowness of fear
The beast drew near
It ****** the breath from my throat
So with my hand, in the air I wrote
"By what name do they call you?"
And with my own breath the beast responded
"Meaningless"
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 8:55 PM UTC
Available to best offer
One life gently used
Comes with some people to which it's fused.
It's fine to function
Just needs someone with gumption
It's a bit slow on the take
Outcomes will rely on the effort you make
There's not much wrong with it
I just couldn't get along with it
I tried my best to make it thrive
Bust honestly it's just taken a nose dive
So if you think your the one to make it prosper
Just give me your best offer.
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 7:48 PM UTC
Life is rigid
Like the virus that rends the warm body frigid
Reality is wild
Like the hurtful question from a child
Fear drives you to contain it
But life needs chaos to sustain it
Unbridled imagination
A scary engine of creation
Cautious hearts yearn for limitation
But such a life's an empty imitation
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
I saw colors while I lived
It's all my generation had to give
It never made me grow or think
Information brought us to the brink
Conflicting notions overwhelmed us
We found color less calamitous
Bright pink and neon green
No real meaning to gleam
A person's shaped by the age he's born in
And I saw colors while I lived.
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 9:07 PM UTC
He hang it on a twang
In every line he sang
It came from the deepest part of nature
Not clothed in the eloquence of stature
The low thrumming of the guitar strings
Pulled the heart stronger than any man sings
The wild wail of the violin
Scooped up the heart and pulled again
The words he crafted
Conveyed a life that had him recanted
As though he had been the sin
And life had renounced him
The artist layers deep
And in my chair I'll keep
Slowly rotating the empty glass
As these feelings around me pass
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
Black and white and sepia tone
Clear distinctions to classify emotion
Passing moments, unclarified commotion
I'm sad to watch it fade away
Though I didn't feel much today
Tomorrow I'll find the filter
And I'll be sad today will wilter
Classify it with surroundings
A specific period sounding
Tie it to a visual anchor
Cars and clothing which we hankered
Markers now invisible
With these memories be indivisible
And I'll love those filters then
For the emotions they lend
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 8:46 PM UTC
Shall I on this path embark
Past these feelings dark
The tension grips the spine
For calm, the heart does pine
Nature says to sit and quake
And pray the Lord my soul to take
The Lord takes souls this is true
But I pray my soul he'll take through
Accompany me to the greener grass
Where nerves are no longer as weak as glass
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC
Same conversation every day
But this moments passing anyway
So let's fill it with some meaning
While the day is still receding
These motions may be shallow
But we won't let the day lie fallow
For we've seen the weeds that grow
And it's enough for us to know
That a charade is better still
Than a moment left unfilled
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC