It's the ones that get a hit, maybe two
That'll shred your soul apart
It's the poets with followers a few
Who's writing pierces the heart.

It's the poems that you can't believe aren't trending
That are worth a read and then another
It's the poems that are beautiful and rending
That should be on this site's cover.

I take a walk into the parkour graveyard,
looking for Polish dealers and cellphone halos.
I heard Thoth resides in sobriety,
but words fail me
whenever you are near.

I let my tongue run in endless stutters,
disguising 'I love you' as some off-hand request.
I could take you to dinner,
I could show you a longing
without the need for ***.

This late-night food has lost its flavour.
This ******* never picked up.
All that is left is to dial these numbers,
and wait by the window
for any car but yours.

Let's take a walk to the railway bridge.
We'll smoke a joint by the open forest.
You'll push your breath into mine,
make me high,
and forget why I ever
felt so low.

Light a blue incense cause that's just the way I'm feelin'
Think I should hang something on my walls
Maybe It'll help me forget

The way your eyes held mine
They remind me of the grass
Helps me forget all the hassle

Your hearts wearing armor, I can here it when
You climb on top of me
Just trying to learn to love and let free
It's just not that easy
With the way you're looking at me

And now you're gone like the impossible
Like what I think about when we die
If we were to be separated by space-time
And you're your own universe
And I haven't found a wormhole

My temples are turning into ruins
My brain is churning into fluid
Can't comprehend your post modern physics
Feels like I'm being bombarded by playback ballistics

I'm a broken record but I wish you'd still spin me

My pain is like the Mississippi
A current so strong,
I can't tell up or down.
I just sit here,
Searching on how to end it.
And ignoring the number.
My reopened cuts don't help,
and neither does my bleeding lip,
The only way I'll find peace,
Is if I end it.
School is not a place of terror,
I feel safe,
Because my real prison,
Is one I'll never escape.
Home is a prison,
My room a cell,
A place to get away,
From the downstairs hell.
People who are supposed to be,
Comfort and support,
Hurt and torment me
Without even knowing.
I'll be free one day,
From all this pain,
But there are two paths to choose,
Which one will I take?

Pen is sharp,
Paper is soft,
Ink is thick,
Words are sour.
Lines and dashes,
Cuts and Slashes,
Pain and sorrow,
Never a new tomorrow.
Tomorrow is bleak,
Bleach stings,
Wrapped around my throat,
An eternal ring.
Tied to pain,
Til' death do I part,