Armed with nothing but his backpack and some dreams, he set out among the trees. In search of questions that even the wisest of men have not asked.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
You showed me your wrist
Your map of pain
If only I could show you my scars
My memories of violence
Then perhaps you and I can find some measure of peace
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Alone and cold
Desperate for even a hint of warmth in this biting wind
I try to weather the storm
Head hung low
Cold in this lonely endeavor
Cold like this gaping maw reopened inside
Eating all that is me
Alone
Cold
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
His life spent jumping fences and somehow forgetting the sign that said no trespassing. If he had listened to that he would have never made it out of his backyard
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
I lay awake, staring deep into the heavens. Listening for echos. The universe sighs in its archaic and beautiful tones, waiting for the lucky few to hear. Whispers of ancient events, older than time, unfolding above me.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
Theres nothing left to do
But burn the memories of you
Strike the match, create a spark, I find myself detach, find a way through the dark
The fire burns
Something in me still yearns to hear you one more time, but I know memories of you cant return
My hands stained with ash
Thinking of you I hack and slash
My heart and mind clash and crash. Left with the whiplash
My clothes smell of smoke
Remembering how it feels for my heart to be broke
Tearing up the feelings you invoke
Wishing we never even spoke
Feeding the fire I continue to stoke
I know theres nothing left that I can do
Everything has to burn through
Every last memory of you
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC