I'm put to the grind So I turn on the radio to silence my mind,
but still I find I'm one of a kind. I cant see my way for i'm ignorant, I'm blind.
And my hypothesis based off of this is I'm ******* I am me and like my behavior it can't be changed.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
I wake up confused
rubbing sleep from my eyes.
I jump out of bed
I walk towards my prize
Eye starts twitching
god bless me with haste.
I stumble out of my room
to the kitchen I raced.
Opening the cupboard
I retrieved my mug,
I slam it on the counter
with a resonant thud.
I pour my beloved coffee
now the day has started.
I drink another cup too
and finally I departed.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
We are just sitting and waiting.
Waiting for our lives to begin.
Our standards are too high.
The stories we hear are too grand.
It's some days we see our lives are going no where frighteningly quick.
So we try and ***** out the "normal" like flame on a wick.
We are hungry for adventure and end up starving.
I've asked myself numerous times, "Why not me? Why?"
I see the same look though in everyone else, I see the "why" in their own craving eye.
No one gets a story. No one gets a tale, and the few of us that try only get new tears to collect for lost dreams.
You can thank the silver screen for this stigma folks.
We shoot for the stars and just look like jokes.
So don't keep trying to one-up reality.
We're all here for the long run.
If you keep on trying you'll end up like me.
All I have is a cocktail of confusion and sadness in the cavity where my heart was yet now I place my lack of purpose.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
When wars break out its best not to pick a side
The thought of not losing, one in which you may confide.
Long lasting battle of the real and fake.
Is a fight that a side I always will take.
Spun lies from words make you a fraud.
Worse though is the trust which upon you trod.
Those who write dishonest create within a fool.
So write with honor, avoid becoming a tool.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
The room was dark,
and my screen was bright.
Pale hand on my mouse,
oh I was ready to fight.
"Welcome to the rift"
the game had began.
I bought my first items,
and to my lane I ran.
I made some bad calls,
but the team had my back.
The seconds passed us by,
the deaths started to stack.
Forty-two minutes in,
neck and neck we stood.
An ace would end the game,
yet neither of us could.
With dragon on the line,
both teams vied for power.
Fighting ensued and we had won,
for their ADC chose to cower.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Ink spills over the void,
from it springs bliss.
For blank paper may be despair,
and the written may be peace,
but when the words are being formed,
when you are still the creator
assembling ideas from the abyss
when direction is undecided.
That is bliss.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
I can put words on paper,
They fit and they rhyme
But I am not truly a poet
There is no definition
Yet still I am not.
I am not a poet
And I will always fail
For the same simple reason
Beliefs can be a poison.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
Often Mistaken are love and lust.
Bet on a heart, but only to bust.
Love isn't common. In short, a treasure.
So praise it as more than simply a pleasure.
Lust is for fools and ****** desire.
A state of dread is all you'll acquire.
Now defined, keep them apart.
Or find later on a lonesome heart.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Purely amazing,
is how you, I define.
I hope so bad
you'll always be mine.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC