Static
Tactile
Stale as atic air
Vile and perceptible
Blatant table fare
Unassuming velvet hair
Unacceptable
Guilded mouthed
Perpetual
Individuals
Lying tongues
Glued to a screen
Spread hopes and dreams
That never come to be
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
As i come to terms
With what I've learned
I find
It's time
For which I've yearned
Time to love
And time to teach
Time to make sweet memories
Killing is easy
It's the hunt that proves deceiving
Because who can find time,
On a planet so preoccupied
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
She writes
Despite her fright
Tonight the sun and stars collide
In the dying light
She writes
To a planet that writhes
To the Earth who cries
To a world left behind
I'll see you on the other side
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
You flew on the wings of eagles
with the dream to be oppressed by no king
But to be your own people
To let freedom ring
From all the church steeples
You took the hand of lady liberty
She showed you the high road
But a treacherous one indeed
Though the haze of battle
And the lead hail of war
you sang your ballad
Give me liberty or give me death
While many men gave their dying breath
And saw the latter
But in the final battle
You climbed the ladder to liberty
And those who mocked the calligraphy
Of your declaration in the early years
Fell on their knees
As they listened to you sing
Let freedom ring
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
So we assume the identities of vagabonds
Never giving a care to what road we're on
Never giving ear to those wondering where we've gone
The road is home to those who never had one
The road is a lover to those who have none
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
I looked into the mirror
But couldnt see my humanity
I tried to see clearer
But but was blinded by disparity
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
I bide my time
Living a lie
Till I can find
A safe place outside my mind
But its all empty words
And lines blurred
By my unsuccessful incurring
Of my lifes worth
Into anothers heart
Hoping for a new start
But the burden
Of past lovers blundered
The lighting and thunder
And mustered the spark that remained
That remains unkindled to this day
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
On the desk lies the pad
In the hand rests the pen
Dead to writes
Is the poets end
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
My dark passenger
Bids me drive on
The night is just beginning
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Time flies
Fading like the bug bites of summertime
To the chapped lips
Of the most bitter winter
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC