The presence of her essence is a blessing in disguise
The higher I climb the more mountains I find
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
There is something in the wind telling me I need to do more
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
Slowly slipping towards the light
Somewhere someone loves the night
Rusty nails and silent dreams
What in the **** does this life mean?
Funless jokes disappear
Melted wax and lonely tears
Strayed away from the tracks
Greetings stranger, name is Max
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
The more I try the more I feel like I am losing myself
The right partner, the wrong time
I desire to get my hands *****
To sleep by choice under the stars
Yet I am conforming to a world of cushion
I stand a lost man
Searching for a feeling that imprints a smile
Maybe I am in denial
Feeling to filed and organized
This infatuation of a picket fence,
is not me
There's a voice in my head repeating born to be wild
To ride on a motorcycle at sunset through a canyon with no home
Just apart of the road
No structure
No direction
Just alive
I battle these thought daily
I fear leaving her and the pain it will cause
Though as it must, the truth prevails
Sirens and bells, heaven and hell
I feel like I'm losing myself
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
The curves on her glass confine the pain
Disturbed and at last I forget her name
The sound of silence is a heart acting tame
If it helps you dear, I'll take all the blame
The ashes past it till it came home
A vow in rome to die alone
Cursed by the day we touched lips
Long forgot but never will I forget
The road of sorrow comes out as art
A man who chose to dissect his heart
A voucher for those who feel alone
In pain is beauty as solid as stone
A wandering mind, your smile can see
welded with time, we all bleed
Cursed the rewind, my lasting joke
I end this poem and light up a smoke
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Last chance to dance with the unknown
Bury that hatchet and hit the road
Along the coast, into the sea
In the forest, surrounded by green
A slide of hand to light the match
The wood it burns never stood a chance
Though the fire flames inside
I am cold on this stormy night
A heart that beats to the rain drops
What must I do to make this pain stop
Along a path, alone I must go
Single footprints in this deep snow
Alone, awake, I'm at it again
Predictable life I can't stand
To this hour I've become a coward
Trying to search deep to discover my powers
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
I stand before you as a coward
Seizes love then devours
On the run
My heart has a plan
Chase the sun
Start again
I stand before you as a scene
Dramatic poetry intwined in dreams
She loves me, Sometimes I love her to
I am lost, and so are you
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
The glass walls surrounding this traditional life style have me stalled in depression. I am not a sad man, though I am sad.
These bills and these jobs all add up to nothing. A confused circle of a circus. My creativity has run dry. My energy is gone. I am a young man, yet feel so old.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
There's something in the strong winds of the night that makes a man like me feel vulnerable,
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC