When you spend your nights alone at the bar
at the ripe age of 32
your eyes start to develop a deep glassy loneliness
Washed out; Faded
These grey eyes have an endless longing
Unfulfilled nothingness resting behind a curious gaze that is envious of everything and everyone that is content
Rage is replaced with regret.
Inspiration replaced with hollow grandeurs.
Love replaced with desperate sentimentality.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
Holy smokes I am losing my cool
Wrapped up in tatters in what I would
Call a ****** up existence
But I do what I do
And a can what I can
So I can preserve what I need
To survive
My feet coil together
Small toes against small toes
Rhythmatically sensing one another
In a calming motion
Allowing the electric to go someplace
This is when I wish I had a pen
To let you know this is an honest letter
From me to you
Something rare and raw and pure
Something so rare
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
It's quick
It's to-the-point
It's all american
And clever
It's humorous and famous
It contains all the celebrity
One would need #2b happy
It's full of digital photographs
And ***** sext messages
I can't believe how heavy it is
It's all paper
No gold or silver
Allllll paper
Kinda fake but kinda real
It's wild
It's now
It us
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
its gone
I hated it too
I hated
That's why
Those moves
Came climbing out
Of my mind
It's gone
I'm black and blue
And what was stated
I try
Those grooves
All oozing out
Will find
I'm gone
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
in the corner of my eye
They flash as I drive aimlessly at night
They flash behind my eyelids
They flash as memories and regrets
I can see them right now
On the Page as I write
Yelling and screaming at me to MOVE
They flash quickly and sometimes slowly
And they make me as jumpy as all hell
They make me late and they make me sit and stare in the mirror
They make me hold my breath
And breathe uncontrollably
All at once
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
Interesting isn't the half
Of a full grasp
Crisp and soft around the edges
Like a mellow high
Reaching far too low to be anywhere
Near the truth
But who needs truth when we have TV
And news and facebook
Look friends
I made this for dinner
Look friends
I have so many friends
Look friends
I'm going to **** myself if I don't get a like
Like soon
Ok. I did
I'm happy now
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Can't somebody stop the madness
The insults at life
The crap on the bottom of the boat
The **** on the street
We all tiptoe the line
At times
But it's hard to keep a
Clean mind
Have an innocent laugh
It's disgusting really
And sad we all failed
But I'm an optimist
So I try to let it all fade away
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Head hurts with shaky balmy
Palms
Learned to grasp for things
Not my own
Home at last and fast
Asleep
With hallucinations of the
Dark underbelly
Giving my anxiety a place to call
Home
Tone deaf and jittery
Mute and on edge
I push forward
Wary of every step
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
today I woke up and thought of you
I missed you
and wanted to talk to you
so I wrote you this
and sent it to you
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
Lets all write poems
Let's write mostly above love
And how much our heart hurts
And how sensitive we are
Let's all write poems
Let's write about somebody from the past
Let's cling on to sad memories and complain
Artistically
Let's all write poems
That all sound the same
We should all be anonymous
But **** that
I seek fame
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC