The influence starts at an early age
A wife, family, house, job
Start this all and turn the page
I cannot to this day profess
That I plan to follow this
I struggle more and pride on less
My dream aside is dark and dreary
Not to live for long
A life not so cheery
Dip away from society alone
Say my farewells
Then not to return home
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
The water no longer runs the well
The fish have swam away
What is the reason, couldn't tell
It disappeared one day
I asked the towns if they did sell
No answer, they didn't say
I see now though, I am in hell
I guess it's all okay
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
It seems all too often that a person won't bat an eye
when confronted with poetry
"Not for me, too emotional"
Do they not understand?
Poetry is life
Pure human essence in word form
Whether it's scribbled down on a notebook page
or carved into an addict's arm
The greatest form of relief
Cathartic or funny, there is no difference
Life is poetry
And to be without, is life less of living
Endulge
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
Feelings
Are not always
What you want to feel
Sometimes I think that it
Is better to numb, and hide
Certain feelings for the purpose
Of not wanting to feel human
In a world where being
Human can be the
Worst feeling
Of all.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
A fight
struggle
tussle
Desire peaked from lack of glamor
Simplicity at its finest
as I peer down the hall
The suits
Champagne poppers
"High class"
Light fades
I disperse back into the crevice
my hole
my life
I wait
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
A fight
struggle
tussle
Desire peaked from lack of glamor
Simplicity at its finest
as I peer down the hall
The suits
Champagne poppers
"High class"
Light fades
I disperse back into the crevice
my hole
my life
I wait
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
Life on the edge
of the cavernous dreary depths
awaking to pain
misery
sorrow
despair
Where is my rope
I'd like to come up
save me
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
My eyes
What color
Do tell me more
My family
Where from
Do tell me more
The weather
How cold
Do tell me more
Colors
My favorite?
Do tell me more
One thing I must know
Love me
Don't say...
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
Outside in the fall
Leaves coat the ground in their brown vestment
The moon likes to settle in
Slightly earlier this time of year
Nuzzling itself amongst the foggy looming clouds
Missing our old weather
Had barely been here but 3 months
I miss the warmth
But look forward to the empowering melting glow
of the furnace
Heating every inch of every bone
Till you rest your weary eyes and rest
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Down to the ground
Surrounded in sound
A cocoon of love if you will
Swirling around
Caressing me ever so softly
The chill no longer lingers
As I lay and melt
Encased in woolen comforter goodness
Envisioning my dream in front my eyes
The adrenaline rushing
Blood pumping faster than life
In and out of my euphoric utopia
Senses heightened beyond reality
Is this even real?
Perhaps not
But then what...
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC