I've been gone quite a while.
like revisiting a dream I wished never to be dreamt again.
left the curtain once hung in the closet once used.
folded my childhood memories.
maybe I'll revisit them at some point too.

or maybe not.


I've been gone for quite a while.

His pleasure for deafening my soul is so skillfully sick, carving his title into my heart gone stale for false religion

The Lord of lies filled to the brim with flies of his rot, beautified for entertainment of me, tonight.

I wane the the heart removed, from his "godly" essence I take all from the world he stole from me.

Sound is the bringer of life, but silence is a killer, and it's quicker than a b rated movie thriller, I'm looking for a filler, the tiller of my heart, grinding, grinding. Binding me from living, giving.

I crave what you hate, I laugh at your ignorance even in my forlorn state, in my head screaming "it's to late", but wait... who is that, my favorite consequence of my love, the best b rated movie thriller, my filler, and with this silence is no longer my killer.

Sound is the bringer of life, but silence is a killer, and it's quicker than a b rated movie thriller, I'm looking for a filler, the tiller of my heart, grinding, grinding. Binding me from living, giving.

I crave what you hate, I laugh at your ignorance even in my forlorn state, in my head screaming "it's to late", but wait... who is that, my favorite consequence of my love, the best b rated movie thriller, my filler, and with this silence is no longer my killer.

I feel as if I must apologize.....apologize for all the stupid lies...for these eyes have lied a thousand times too....my mom and dad raised me to know right from wrong but it seems all my poems and songs are about how I don't....or how I'm wallowing in my own self pity.....and all I can do with that is write a few witty rhyming  poems that aren't even that good....but if I could I would turn back time to make sure I didn't speak all those wrong lines....I've lied to family, friends and most of all I've lied to myself...about.... a lot....so every time I have the thought of lying.....I have this poem in mind...

I have crossed a thin red line....for those words send chills up my spine just knowing that my actions my actions had actually crossed that thin. Red. Line. I didn't know it was there until it was to late...I had written down my own fate
...destined to be Trapped behind these wall for one week....for that week I was told "I must seek for my morality, in which you have lost". I didn't know the cost of my decision...if only I had more supervision so I didn't cross...the thin red line....

My first love, I had thought she has came from heaven above, but it wasn't true..
For she had lied to me.....for she had blinded me with this false hope that I could be happy with another person, these feelings churning in my stomach, left my thoughts tossing and turning in my head, meaningless fights, sleepless nights....for all had come to an end with two words..."we're done"

Near death,
You draw your final breaths
In fear
You scream "this must be a dream!"
As you realize it is not...and all your life, was for naught
Near death,
You draw your final breath...

Live life.....do it without strife....find happiness....because with that life is limitless...love life with all you've got....learn how to do it without thought....learn to love the time we've bought....

Thank you....for I must rank you the highest of all highs by saying only four words I. Love. You. Dad.....although life may be bad at times I can always rely on my rock....my stronghold...for with him I shall not fold to life's pain...thank you...dad

Love is merely a construct of the human mind....if you look deeper you will find that love is a mine field....you must yield it's rules or end up a fool....it is a tool of self destruction....I for one will not fall down this path again....

This is my domain....please don't refrain from asking me any questions of where I get my ideas for writing....and I'm willing to accept constructive criticism too and....again welcome to my page....my name is seth....but call me bones

I'm a walking book all you have to do is turn the pages.....my life is a set of stages....paining sin after sin...i'm a disgrace to my own kin....as God poured the bucket of his children into the building....all that was heard was crying...it was a closed casket....

The confusion.....the fusion of incoherent words fumble out of my mouth and fade into the wind.....my life all together is just sin after sin...when will we ever learn that this is an uphill battle that we aren't "destined" to even win...

I can't escape my mind, there's a sickness growing Inside for these feelings I can't abide...im constantly looking back at my conscience it had provoked a fire in my heart in which cannot be tamed...when two worlds collide only one can be hung on the wall and framed...