You may have died young,
but as long as
this poem lives,
You will never grow old.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
You may have died young,
but as long as
my words live,
You will never grow old.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
I could stay drunk for days,
I love the way I can't feel
my legs
or my head
and I can't see
what's in front of me;
I love how I can punch anything
and everything
and not feel it,
and I absolutely love
stumbling home
with ****** knuckles
and laughing at my own
stupidity;
I see inside of myself
when I'm drinking,
I see it all;
all the anger
and the pain,
we don't talk,
just look,
and that is enough,
to know that when I
inform people that there
is so much more to me
than what they see,
and they tell me I'm being
silly,
I know,
I know,
that you exist
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
my pen and paper is all i got
writing down my thoughts
whos there left
when im all alone
me, myself and I
how the **** can i explain
no one knows my pain
same **** just a different day
when this **** is gunna come to an end
**** it ima jst smoke this blunt till it fades away...
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC