A star in the city sky
Dull and all alone.
Sadness shining down he wonders
What he would find
if he turns out the lights.
A lone light on the corner
Shining just enough
But nobody comes this way.
His light doesn't bring anyone home.
Brick on brick and cobbled roads
Broken windows and boarded doors
The factory and homes lay empty.
No light shines from their windows.
The lighthouse on the shore
Is there anything on the horizon?
Sheets of waves like slate crash heavy.
He's the last port of call
If they even come at all.
Infinite stars in infinite skies
On every planet, moon, and eye
Yet a single star in the city sky
Wonders what he would find
if he turns out the lights.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 11:25 PM UTC
Heads buzzing think I like it
Ears ringing like synth sounds sweet
Head tilting now I'm tired
Go to sleep
Pick me up
Rinse and repeat
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC
Walking alone under the city star light
They're dimmer than they deserve to be
I can unwind my mind like a clear night sky
But when Erie sings its snowy song
I trade in my walks for walls and warmth
And my loneliness can't find its way out
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
Everyone's afraid of the dark
Nobody feels right
when there's no light
Down down into the depths
Where it hangs thick and heavy
like mud
Choking and blinding
drowning in blood
Down down into the depths
Where there's gnashing of teeth
Reaping the crowds
the children cry out
Down down into the depths
Is there any help once you're there
Or is your judgement right and square?
Down down into the depths
Nobody is coming to save you
Not even Jesus knows you now
Down down into the depths
Darkness, blindness, blackness, sink
Blotted out with eternal ink
Down down down
down
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 11:45 PM UTC
You
Me
This life.
Something we do.
Something we want to do.
Something we fight for and take for granted.
Stopping to smell the roses but only when there are roses near by.
Reminding ourselves that we can take the time to find the flowers we want to smell and prioritize appreciating their beauty.
We have the time, and yet our time is spent doing so many other things we don't want to do just so we can do so many other things that we want to do.
We waste so much of our time and yet I can't help but wonder if I even want to spend my time searching for flowers and smelling them when the spontaneity of smelling flowers and appreciating their beauty when they come into my life is a simple joy that I chose to keep and remember.
There's so many things to do, not do, want to do, not want to do, say, not say, appreciate, take for granted, love, loathe, but most importantly love and the things and the people and the places and the moments, the time that we have is so long and twisting yet short and fleeting, meaningful, yet boring, exhilarating, yet pointless and profound, so profound to hold you in my hands and look into your eyes and hold your tiny body against mine knowing you've been fearfully and wonderfully made.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 12:18 AM UTC
I'm sorry for the flowers
I didn't realize the burden of being so pretty
The timing and the effort
That such beauty could bring such pity
I'm sorry for the hours
You've spent wishing I was doing what I wasn't
The waiting that you've suffered
Hoping its bringing happiness when it doesn't
**** these dozen roses
A red reminder of my ineptitudes
The buzzing in the interludes
The red herring that I've served to you
**** these dozen roses
A celebration without serenity
Her mind without amenity
It isn't much but oh what it's meant to me
I'm sorry for the little things
I hope you can find a way to leave them where they lie
I'm sorry for the flowers
You don't have to do anything,
just leave them 'till they die.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
Rip it open_
_And the blood spills out_
We watch through our screens as it runs through the streets.
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We can mute the screams
And they come and they wash it all away.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
I long for cobbled stone roads
Dim lit stone stairs climbing with ivy
Up buildings built by Romans
adorned with flowers and intricacies
Details honed by Craftsman
Delicately drafting
the landscapes we live in
Unlike the concrete utilitarian steel and glass pillars and highways
Their plight on our journeys in life
To benefit the productivity
but detriment the soul
To capitalize no matter what the cost
Leaving me longing to nap
in a park with Parisians
For fresh baked baguettes on a bench with a bottle of burgundy
For mosaics made of glass in cathedrals built centuries ago
Over billboards and neon lights,
the flashing and screaming
products for purchase
Let me get my dinner after the people have had their naps.
Let it be an occasion
not a necessity to get by
Let's walk the city after 10
while the sky is still bright
Waiting for the dim street lights
to light our way back
To another day of walking
cobble-stoned streets
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
I can waste endless hours
staring into white screens
causing dystrophy
as sleep crosses my mind
I yearn to decide
not to entertain my eyes
but to entertain my soul
yet I find I keep filling
up with these same things until I'm full
reading complaints about the system
written by people staring into white screens
we all yearn to bring about change
without doing anything
all these screens we stare into
are staring into us
so we complain about this problem
and stare at screens while we discuss
I yearn to bring about change as I stare into a screen
I write a song, a complaint, hypocritically
after wasting endless hours
I can't take it anymore
I pray God help me
Pry away to fight this war
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC