I'm a faithful cheater with the ability to lie honestly.
I'm a pacifist with anger management issues.
I only ever hurt the ones I love.
I cry when I'm happy, and I laugh when I'm sad.
I can be an ugly lover, with compassion when I'm mad.
I hold nothing sacred, I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I consider my self agnostic, with a passion to believe.
I have the mind of a demon, and the soul of a saint.
I'm a shy exhibitionist, that can easily frustrate.
I take pleasure in my misery, there's a sadness in my glee.
And all these contradictions, are but a fraction that is me.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
Soft hands all covered in scars
reveal a past of lost rewards
of lost childhood broken
dreams once unspoken
alive on the street
and a mind filled with notions
look at emotional tones
in the lonely old souls
that find many alone
with the thoughts of the ******
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
When the sun rises at the dawn,
hands will rise in a vain attempt to suppress a yawn.
Most will be up and about their day,
I will be wrapped in sleep dreaming of a rainy May.
For all those grave yard shift workers know,
that daylight betrays, in darkness we grow.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
I want ideas that blow
the cobwebs from my mind
I want the days to
end up in crazy smiles
I want to think out loud
and capture heavens eyes
I want it wild I want it wild
I want it wild
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
There are shadows of my former self
left scattered among the paths I've walked.
There are tears painting pictures
torn from all I've loved.
There are words spoken that have awoken
sleeping lies I've cried.
There are dreams forgotten by lonely rhymes
until the time is right.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Dead poets drip off my tongue
Long gone painters delight and inspire
Deceased musicians make me dance
Murdered revolutionaries give me a chance
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
Its not easy being
wrong so often.
The emotions
involved are messy.
Much more
care is needed.
I mean
well.
I really
do.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Off to buy some *******
So I can get high with my friends in the rain.
Are we running away from life's pain?
Or towards understanding again?
For some the truth can constrain
For others set free from their bane
Its insane
This drug makes my mind like a train
Derailed and kept unconstrained
Sublimely tempting and vain
Amen
.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
That news
of possible impending death
requires a seat
that gives no comfort,
I pace upon hearing
of the wounds needed to heal,
I reach for the platitudes
I fail..."fuck"
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
The whisper of an echo spoken
drums beneath my body broken
All above seen without dreams
held in thoughts burst forth it seems
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC