What is it that I truly seek?
What happened to the beauty,
in all that I used to see?
Can someone explain what happened to me?
I used to have the buzz and the impetus, that you'd see in a bee.
But these days, I look like a stone tied to a tree.
Asking myself,
at which age did happiness decide to flee?
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 2:18 PM UTC
Oh, men.
How we lend our ears to the siren's song
Just to realize
that the siren's wrong
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
If we were happily in love,
and then I began to stray a little farther-
I’m sorry, love,
but you can blame my father.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
“Just pick a path,
and pick a vice”
Is what the old man said
when I asked for advice
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
It has never been clearer,
that I’m lost when I stray too far from You.
I really wished I said this earlier,
I hope it’s not too long overdue.
I suppose it’s better late than never, so:
God, how do you do?
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
The distance is apparent,
but you cannot see the wall.
Nothing matters
Should I even care at all?
Everybody knew I was coming down,
but nobody thought I’d fall
Days are getting vapid
I need something to call
A purpose
A reason to live
until I’m in a hearse
And when that day comes
On my behalf,
please recite a holy verse.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
Morning arrived
earlier than I expected;
while I was reflecting
on the minutes I neglected
Sleep,
why do you elude me?
Everybody else is in peaceful world of slumber;
but my insomnia excludes me
The Sun lights up the morning
And I light up my cigarette
But the night makes day look boring
Or is my normalcy just illiterate?
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.
the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.
but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.
they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.
but the price is
terrible.
sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
Seeking solace
in the impenetrable fortress that I built
Only for the walls to be pierced
by the arrows of my own guilt
Can anybody really differentiate
between the truth and the lies?
Is our failure to do so
the reason we resort to temporary highs?
Deep down I know, my true Love
looks down upon me from the skies
I just hope in my silence
He could hear my prayers and my cries.
If you awake to news
that I have died in the morn
Be still
Don't cry, don't mourn
No need for you to get down on two knees,
all I ask for is a little prayer
And remember me for my good deeds
so I can be prepared to meet my Maker
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
The reason on this trip we came
was to forget about superficial dames
chasing money and fame
Our senses piercing through the veils of reality
stuck in a vortex of time and perpetuality
questioning the true nature of reality.
Seeing things for more than what they seem
like how rain resembles life’s intricate themes
and our union, God’s great schemes
Forget the scientific name
and what love looks like conventionally
for LSD means love, serendipity, and dreams
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC