just get up!
you ****** fake;
those scars aren't real and while you lay in bed I'm leaping through the gate.
just make a change!
perform like me;
it's elementary to find routine and act upon your dreams.
you crimson fool, the one who lacks.
you grisly con, you lazy hack.
be just like me, be unaffected,
just flip the switch, i swear it's simple!
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
and just when you thought things were turning
about face-- they hold you still and smack you.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
i just want someone to hold me closer
than i am to the edge
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
this euphoria
can leave at
any time he pleases
just done be abrupt...
i need some time,
to condition to the cold
and with the falling of the snow
i too shall find my low...
leaves fall down
and my assimilation
is hereby terminated
i must retrieve
my childlike lust,
my yearning for creation
which was enough
and once again will be
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
hold on
i think i belong down there
trust me
i know i cant breathe your air
fix me?
im made sick by your atmosphere
find me
i feel that i am lost somewhere
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
grab a six pack
and some zigzags
no longer feeling blue
trying to erase
the memories
that i ever had of you
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
after tearing every ligament,and pulling every muscle in my arms, my legs, and torso, it dawned upon me suddenly when i realized that you dont reach for love with your body, you reach for it with your soul...
...now i'm ******
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
its dark in here
inside my box
nothing moves
noone talks
except for me
and to myself
it seems quite rough
but in the end
i always find
myself encased
in this seclusion
all alone
comfortably
uncomfortable
and maybe thats
my place for sure
till someone else
beats down the door
and lets me see
the light once more
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
moral support
wont help her walk up the stairs
and a pat on the back
wont pull the ring from her ear
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Whilst sitting on a red park bench
smoke in hand, comfy, fed,
another, his revolver clenched
points his power towards my head.
"your money, sir. and make it fast"
I? not a twitch, not a glance.
His eyes now wide, confused it seemed
"hello old man? i said give me.."
"be on your way sir, i am quite tired"
his eyes now merely pupils, wired.
"how is it now, that i stand here,
and you, not shaken, free of fear?"
"fear, my son? what threatens me?
I'm quite content, my children three
play whilst i enjoy the sun, but you...
you hide...
...behind a gun."
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC