Tire swing sways,
on the dead willow tree,
Hanged with a noose,
Just like me,
A widowed wife's tears,
Rain down on  my soil,
A lonely sad mother,
Makes my blood boil.
I am your kin,
Do not leave me for dead,
I'm buried beneath your feet,
But I'm waiting under your bed.

The tire swing sways,
The minutes minutely mute,
My best friend always said,
Those thoughts will **** you.

Ring ring, screamed the teens phone,
Ding ****, cried the bell,
No ones answered a door for a friend,
Since the great wifi curtain fell,
Pay no attention to what you can be,
A wonderful world awaits,
Ran by blood and money,
Oh! The beauty of business baits,
The one true God,
the almighty dollar,
Dethrones that fraud.
And silences a Hollar.
Why feed the hungry,
When you can feed yourself,
Why give clean water,
When you can stock your shelf?

Well maybe I'm just tired,
Of always making excuses,
And maybe im just sick,
Of the horrible things we do,
I want a world desired,
Otherwise we're all useless.
I've given up on the *****.
That claims he wants what's best for you.

Flickering dim lightbulb mockingly,
Withers and dies ever gracefully.
Fathers verses and mothers eyes,
Empty "I love you's", at least you tried.

I lost my heart with my head in the skies,
These days dreams die short lived, just like mayflies.

i sat amongst a parking lot of wayward people
dreadlocks & hair dye
& anything else to look alive.
bright colours - making deals;
shake on it and pay later is the mantra of the night
i want my hands over my ears,
i do not belong here-- my life isnt as vivid or as wild
i am not falling off the empire state
no. i am not at that stage
did the ocean whisper its love to you?
is that why you are what you do?

the lights are brighter for this generation
a world of people raised, artificial and capitalistic
shouting their poetry at the stars across
long forgotten paths

they call you reckless. i call you the only friends i ever had
but neither of us know you like you do.
ive never breathed a sigh of relief like you have &
my eyes dont close like yours do --

how can anybody talk when they dont walk in your shoes?

How am I suppose to move on when I have your eyes?
How can I put the past in the past when the past was my life?
In the fire a Phoenix will rise,
And in that Phoenix is a burgundy knife.

I wrote a poem,
About how this new year,
Has shown me how different I am,
Than I was before.

About everything Ive gotten myself into,
Without you here to keep me on the right path.

Then I burned it,
And used it to light my ****.