i sit in front on my grandfathers shop where he collects and cuts his butchered meat i patiently wait in the dusk of sunlight soaking up the last droplets of summer heat deep mountain woods grow with the darkness as the scarlette sky turns to night and the stars come out; and the crickets cry i hold a rifle in my hand, but out of sight my grandfathers cigarette smoke fills the air cold steel laid softly, as i breath as little as i can tomorrow i’ll be dreaming of this moment now without any care, without any plans
Loneliness is an empty road A thousand miles of the past behind you And an infinite sea of nothingness ahead Walking is the only choice you have Backwards is your safest bet But what if you go forward instead? Loneliness is staying awake at night Coming home to have nothing to do Laying around the house Wishing there was someone to talk to Praying you might be invited To spend a night out on the town With all the friends from the past But every time you check your phone You’re just let down Loneliness is being quiet for too long Wishing you could open your mouth To share the endless thoughts To spill pure emotion from your lips To explode with excitement in the best way And to see the expression on the faces Of people that care about what you’re saying But there’s no one to say these things to There’s no one to hear a word It’s an endless isolation ahead of you So for now, you go unheard
pain is death’s right hand man a claw that digs into your skin the death of a loved one or even a friend they lower them into the ground and you know you’ll never see them again pain is crying all night your heart tearing apart wishing the sunlight never shone on your heart killing time in the park writing poems about death trying to understand her with the taste of a last cigarette on your breath is *** gonna save me? will i fly up to the depths of heavens gentle angels or will i just disintegrate becoming ash and dust like the rest?
the coming of autumn leaves as orange comes from green and falls from the trees to decompose on the frozen ground the sound of a last breath releasing its grip on life that was kept for days too long death is a cold woman with her subtle gentle touch you see it in the glazed over eyes of the dead men in a battlefield bleeding out into the earth
you don’t get back the love you gave from the years spent in fruitless relationships you don’t get the love back from those you cared about most after they die you don’t get the love back from those you failed, or gave up on but somehow you have to come up with the love to try again and to stay alive love isn’t about what you get back it’s about what you put in
as a kid a ***** head broke in to my single father’s house he stole my xbox most of our food and sent my family into a spiraling depression the broken glass reminded me of diamonds ones that i wish i could give back to my broken family