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  May 2015 Kevin Seiler
glassea
claustrophobia is
screaming
and hearing
your own cries
echo back.
i know it's all in my head, but my gut doesn't
I hate you and want you to die,
just keep the **** out of my eyes
and don't ever try
to love me again.

But please,
please,
love me again.
blowing out someone's candle
doesn't make yours
burn any brighter.
I didn't come up with this, cannot remember for the life of me where I heard it. But it's some real profound ****. There's a superfine line between being real & honest & just talking the truth and just talking **** & bein a biggo jelly hater. Don't be a hater.
Memories, like echoes,
resonate within the
canyons of my soul.
Kevin Seiler May 2015
Humanity found
as I severed arteries
spilling golden blood.
Kevin Seiler May 2015
My car's engine has died
Part of me did too
My first car finally crapped out. So many good memories. Good bye drunk honda. It's been one hell of a ride.
He sat down
and reeked of fear
as he silently sipped
upon his beer.

The bright aura
around this fellow
was dandelion flora,
burning yellow.
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