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Sep 2018 · 303
Seasons
Simon Woodstock Sep 2018
people enter our lives like snow in the winter
However as seasons change people tend to grow
closer together further apart
in every which way were all lonely souls
With broken hearts
Jul 2018 · 212
Routine
Simon Woodstock Jul 2018
I drink too much
I smoke too much
say everything I don't mean
too afraid to let you know what I really think
I'll only show I care after you leave
with the stroke of the pen I'll paint you the thoughts in my head
take a big puff and think of everything I should've said
too late take a shot
laugh with the boys
smile though it's fake
Tomorrow will be the day
Jun 2018 · 232
Win Some...
Simon Woodstock Jun 2018
win or lose
win or lose
my heart will still bruise
my actions say the opposite of my emotions
oops my stanzas are getting too true
putting my thoughts on paper only ever has me feeling blue
Til I hit the herb
my grandmother hates it but it's the only thing I always choose
win or lose
win or lose
I fumbled again trying to pick and choose
May 2018 · 191
Til death do us part
Simon Woodstock May 2018
I sit up too fast and instantly fall back down. My head feels as if Mike Tyson snorted a whole kilo of Colombian sugar and used my face as a punching bag to pass the time. The dim light of the afternoon is shining thru my blinds. What have I done this time. The stench of cheap ***** holds to my breath like a wide receiver does a touchdown pass. I stumble to the back porch and light up a cigarette. The events of last night dances around my head like a marching band in the middle of a mine field. The phone breaks the silence and I quickly answer it
"hello may I ask whose calling?'
the other end was silent for a moment and only spoke a single word
"do you have my money Mr. Collins?"
Before the sentence was finished my heart was burying itself inside my stomach everything came rushing back all at once like a blast from a shotgun.
"I'm afraid you must have the wrong number" I somehow manage to spit out while I shake with fear. "ah yes I thought we might have to play this silly game Mr.Collins but I assure you it will not look pretty for you in the end." I hear a knock on the front door and before I can run away two men trap me on the porch. "yes sir" I reply. "so where is my money then" before I can answer one of the men sucker punches me on to the ground knocking all the fight out of me. The other guy picks up the phone and in a thick accent I barely make out "we have him and were searching the house well **** him if we don't find it." One hangs up the phone and grabs me while his partner begins to destroy anything of value in my home.
Everything started out good me and my wife had just bought a house. I was just recently promoted at my law firm. Then the news came breast cancer before we could even get her into chemo she was stage four. She was a fighter though we thought she was beating it around that time money was tight so I went to a loan shark for help. I poured every penny I had into saving her but eventually she just couldn't fight anymore. She died and with it when my soul. I stopped making payments, I stopped going to work. so here I am with three hired guns tearing my house apart til they realize there is no money. "Where is it you ******* *******!"  They begin to take turns punching and kicking me into submission. Until finally I look up at the .357 pointed at my temple and smile with glee. BANG
May 2018 · 163
Come Thru
Simon Woodstock May 2018
come thru
we can dance with no light other then the stars and the moon
silky smooth  wine my hand on your thighs smiles galore hearts adore
I'm sorry I was a *****
It was just sarah I swear and we did when she was still wearing her underwear so that can't count can it
love is a game of chance they say I'm sorry I used the cheat code that made you runaway
Come thru
just don't stay away your presence feeds my soul and stops my minds war on it self I swear to god I should pray and get medicated how I could just get such a queen like a dollar store clown I could only make you frown unfaithful issues and vacant pocket motels
come thru
I'm feeling good and I miss the way your body felt on the hood of my car that night after the bar when we swore we could get far and kids thought they would get to exist
Come thru
Dancing in the rain trying like a pastor to heal your pain without a pill hard to do purely as friends too much *** appeal hit my confession box and I'll be sure to hit every spot bless and kiss appreciate what I don't wanna lose
so what can we do cuddle,****,fight ENOUGH
your upset that I can't say I do but if I say that I'd have to get my life on track
May 2018 · 179
Kissin' Pink
Simon Woodstock May 2018
were so sacrilegious
with the tabs we take
were so sacrilegious
we wanna dance and play
WEre so sacrilegious
come and have a taste
take a tab transport to to the higher realms
Palm trees smile in the violet dance sunset
the fun's not done yet
WEre sacrilegious in all we do
Were gonna go to hell but I just can't stay away from you
tick tick tick

all alone staring at the moon
my brain is bleeding my eyes misleading
standing in the middle of the street my soul is consumed and washed in the blood of the moon
I sob oceans and dry the high tide from my eyes even though I haven't shed a tear
my head is cloudy but my thoughts are crystal clear enough to cut diamonds with just a glance
Passionate, Purposeful, determined
all things I was and all things I'm not
Lover,Dreamer,Jaded
used to be 2/3 now it's 1/3
nothing should be the same everything must change
May 2018 · 264
Reincarnation
Simon Woodstock May 2018
I am the boy that chased the butterfly off the end of the world
unafraid I jumped with all my might to grab the butterfly out of the sky
Just out of reach it continues to fly while I watch it fade as I plummet to the void below
I fall for what feels like days the blood all but filled inside my head pulls me further down with atom bomb like speed
I await my demise at the bottom and my eyes ard rolling to the back of my head
Like that  it clicks I see myself at baseball practice and in the next instance my lips tastes the bittersweet lipstick of my first kiss
I must be dead
the memories continues to past thru my brain as the feeling of falling fades
finally gasping for air I wake up on the ground
naked however unbothered
Standing on a crater staring at the stars
I start to cry and diamonds stream from my eyes into the everlasting sky
I watch the stars and wait for my time to reappear
May 2018 · 223
perfect places
Simon Woodstock May 2018
the lake was set a blaze as the forest around it cried for salvation
The fire infecting each tree with cannibalistic like nature like a plague its continues to spread unchecked the howls and crackles from the horde of destruction defiant to the millions of post cards around the world of perfect places so would the blaze become known but for a warning not a smile even a small lighter can burn the world
Apr 2018 · 150
Acceptance
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
Father
I have a confession
I haven't prayed since the passing of my great grandmother
Instead I fell down a rabbit hole of self pity
I cling to my vices like you do to your bible
I sell pieces of myself to strangers for a night
only for momentary pleasures that will only leave me the emptier inside
I smoke **** as excuse so that I never have to fully feel emotions
I abuse it like a xanex prescription
forever bottling it up inside
only to unravel from the seams when I blackout
Forgive me father
even though I know it's too late
no turning back now I know hell is my fate
Apr 2018 · 210
Arizona weather
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
I miss you
The way you paint words on my chest with a heart stealing smile
How your lips feed my spirit and your body feeds me bliss
I miss you
How you used to call me when you missed me and how passionate you kissed me
rest your feelings on me and let's get to know each other all over
let me rub your stomach under the covers let's get closer to each other
rub your fingers thru your hair no judgement only acceptance here
I miss you
I feel like your the mother of my seed but we never conceived
I miss you
like a warm spring rain your scent intoxicates me making me crave more
Like a harsh winter storm is the absence in between
I miss you
In the part where my soul is still pure
Apr 2018 · 124
How
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
How
How could I love you
My pockets aren't right
My house isn't big
not even a car in the mix
How could I love you
I can't ever make them stay
Because if I hate me how could love for you ever be
How could the world spin another day
An old man dies and a young man desires the same
how can we love when were all ****** in the brain
Apr 2018 · 258
Roxanne Aberdeen Woodstock
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
wrap your arms around me
**** me slowly from the stench of your second hand sin
your kiss is the match that burned down the church
your embrace warm like the embers as the stain glass windows break and the structure collapses
Preach to me every sermon from your soul as we both drink too much alcohol and at 2a.m. the body of christ is a large fry  and well laugh til we cry keeping each other afloat at night drowning in the tears of failed exceptions
*** with you is like transcendence old motions feel anew
like fish out of water we bounce around waiting to breath but the breath never comes
we are faithful believers that the church is full of lies
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
I think my greatest fear in this life is that i'll always end up alone
It's a shallow fear I can't control
what do you expect when all my self love has bled from my eyes
I've never been good enough facts don't lie
stuck in a slump ****** and quiet
I move like a monk in a riot failing to get thru
I'm not holding my breath but I can feel my face go blue
the thought of being alone cripples me at night
but like an iphone in an android house it's not easy to connect
Fear of Failure
Fear of Rejection
keep me in place for all time eating away at my brain decaying my mind
alone forever happiness never
Apr 2018 · 136
3:47 AM
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
The scariest thing I've ever seen is a piece of blank paper sitting in front of me
It's presence haunting my thoughts in a way
will I write something good
what if it's terrible
However every time I find the words and the sentences that follow
usually in the early morning hours my mind tells me what to write
The inspiration as vivid and striking like a red dress on a summer afternoon
I can feel the heat starting to com bust as I rush to type every word before it's forgotten
the words written the title chosen now I wait and let the public be the judge
Apr 2018 · 147
apple core
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
I've fallen in love faster than a man falling from one hundred and seventy stories
In a way I relate every time my heart has tried to grab the last step I slip and fall below into the abyss
I am the no hitter the strikeout king
every time love comes round they shut it down
life's a funny thing maybe one day she'll come around
I won't turn sour over what's not in my power
Instead water my soul and further my growth
Such a sad soul I've become as I grow old
tired I am of that tune in my gut
where it stabs you deep and makes your heart start to rot
I lay awake in a daze my eyes are black and red
With a big grin on my face I smile for once at the thought of change
champagne rains down from the heavens as I slip out of conscious
life is but a lion testing to you tame it
Simon Woodstock Apr 2018
the rain falls on my face and slowly I awaken its dark but the lightning unveils the raging sea in the distance. I drank too much again. When I have too much to drink I feel like god when he stared at the earth as it flooded powerful in the most violent angry way. I can feel the left side of my face swelling up making it hard to see out of my left eye. Everything was going fine til I saw you across the bar with him. The look I saw in your eyes taught me multiplication faster then any teacher ever could. One shot was replaced for two every twenty minutes. Before my mind catches up with my body I'm next to you saying an awkward hello sizing up your new man. The rage makes me white hot to the touch and my mouth shoots out sly remarks like machine guns.  The next thing I remember I was staring at the ceiling. I guess that's the cost of loving the daughter of the most powerful mob boss in Miami. You kiss me on the cheek and tell me you wish me the best and like that your leaving with him. I lay there motionless praying to a silent god that the void would absorb me and end my agony. However nothing happens I get up dust myself off and leave to avoid further embarrassment. Parked around back is my old excuse of a car 96 corolla. like an eye sore I spot my car I get in only to spot him again . This time I can hardly believe my eyes she's hitting him and screaming at him. I try to make out the words but they're to far away. The rages begins to stir away to a boiling point when he smacks her across the face.  like a bull seeing red I explode and like that I'm out of the car charging him yelling the drunken battle cry of anyone about to get knocked out on the by the beach. I charge like a lion and like a poacher he ready's himself. I feel my knuckles explode as my hand greets his cheek. He sends a deadly left hook at my ribs before falling to the ground. I continued to attack him til he stopped moving and the look in your eyes you gave me was pale white. Looking down at what was now a dead man I ***** everywhere and run away. I don't look back I run straight to my beat down apartment and prepare for the worse. Clockwork really before its six in the morning five guys with guns show up and break my door down. With a butcher knife in hand I run for the back door only to feel the crescendo of bullets entering my body. I fall to the ground and think about what you said.
"I'll never hurt you"
Just a short story I wrote as a spur of the night
Mar 2018 · 172
Lonely Broken Hearts
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
Lets just be honest and say what we are
Were lonely broken hearts telling ourselves everyday life gets better while it only gets worse
the closet I've come to church in 3 years has been brief pieces of heaven gone before morning
let's be honest were just going to catch feelings **** and delete each others numbers because that's the kind of hallow people we've become
starving for love yet never accepting it until it's too late
forever staring at heavy metal questioning to push the pedal and let the brain matter stain the ceiling
alas we'd never to much at stake to meet an untimely fate
how can you coexist to my hunger to be great
when my ambition is at stake
Every night I lay awake killing myself over what I can't change
I don't know how to love myself so asking me to love you is so foreign
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
Slowly I awaken
I am hanging upside down in the center of a room
the floor and surrounding furniture is covered in plastic
karma catches us all
I was on my way to Vegas to start over
to fund my life change I started robbing mob safe houses along the way figured i'd be a new man before they caught me
I was wrong
The drugs wear off and I feel every blow all at once and pains ignites like a 4th of July ceremony all over making me cringe and yell out in agony
Just like that my screams of pain usher in this 6'8 Russian guy with a baseball bat
"no one can hear you" says the russian
"*******!' I scream defiantly
he walks over with the bat he hand lines up his swing and like barry bonds on a good day I feel that Louisville slugger shatter my ribs more then they already were sending me weeping in pain holding blood in my mouth
"no one is gonna come save you either gingerbread man"
his phone rings and his smile disappears he vanishes to the other room leaving me to my agony so close yet so far away
I was almost free
The Russian wall returns a few minutes later with the last face I could hope to see Vincent cauldron his friends called him Vinnie
His enemies usually didn't live long enough to call him anything
he came directly to me
"nothing personal kid you just ****** up" he said coldly
he pulls out a pistol and hits me in the temple with it
after he orders the Russian to cut me down I collapse on the floor and feel my insides fall apart while blood leaks from my face
"let me go" I yell with the last of my strength
"afraid not bud you stole too much to be forgiven"
Vinnie continues "but if you like i'll try to not enjoy it as much as the last time I had to do this" I feel all the hope leave my soul and I begin to accept my fate
This is it  the end of the show
I begin to turn cold and daze off only to reawaken to the sound of a buzz saw at once I begin screaming with everything I had left
My voice was wasted no one was around to save me and I was about to die shortly
before I can finish my thought I feel a butcher knife skate across my throat with ease
I stop screaming
I collapse back on the ground and let myself bleed out vinnie and the Russian set fire to the room and leave me to die alone
"maybe in the next life you won't be such a **** up" Vinnie tells me before he leaves
As the fire gets closer and my blood soaks the plastic I think about every path not taken and the lovers you left behind
Nothing Matters
In my last moments I smile because **** it
who wants to live forever
FIN
I literally just let my mind wander and this was the result
Mar 2018 · 317
soul dancer
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
Graceful as the butterfly moves as piercing as the hornets nest strikes
she took to the pole
body shaped like a satellite  connected straight to the soul glowing only ever brighter with each step  
with every maneuver you can see years of dedication
every different song brings a new mirage
as she dances you can't help but become in a trance
at the heavenly sight of a confident woman empowered by the love she has for herself
Like a thief in the night she could take your breath away in a blink of an eye
the world is a stage and the pole was her  megaphone
Her message was clearer  then your reflection on the lake while the sun rises
Mar 2018 · 360
Fearlessly unapologetic
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
Like an Olympic figure skater she elegantly twirls around the pole
her movements flow together like a rushing stream
However her presence is like that of a mountain
Unapologetic
she climbs and twists on the pole as if it was and extra limb
telling the emotion of the song with such beauty
bearing a smile worth more than diamonds matched with a heart of gold
Fearless
Shes eternally in love with herself so she moves without hesitation
Like a hurricane she crashes thru each movement  destroying any doubt or bad vibes
She is an elegant, unapologetic,  woman of class
spreading kindness to all she meets
loving every step of the way
Mar 2018 · 146
Head Space
Simon Woodstock Mar 2018
To tired to sleep
To heartbroken to weep
I could care less if I got gunned down in the street
I've lost all my hope
lord knows its toxic with the ways I cope
how did it become such a downward *****
used to smoke jays and laugh the day away
Now I smoke jays to make the hangover go away
my mental state varies day by day from drinking til I get sick
To smoking myself onto a crucifix
All my grey days now I'm sober thinking about how I'm doing nothing but getting older
the plan was to always be a soldier
the reality is I smoke **** go to work  wonder why I don't just hang myself progressing nowhere
So sick of myself I wanna rip out my hair
So much potential they say I had
Shame it's all been wasted just a **** up like his dad
A grunge song comes on the radio and I feel every cord build hands from my heart beat and strangled me
I let myself stop breathing even though nothings really happening
I listen to the song and drift into the empty space inside my head
Finally I gasp for air while the song begins to fade out
WASTED POTENTIAL
Feb 2018 · 266
return to sender
Simon Woodstock Feb 2018
I approach the bridge as the cool California air gives me one last bitter sweet kiss I stare down at the ocean below the way people eye
the stars at night  
"soon" I tell my self as my mind races back to happy times
In that moment I almost walk away but the thought passes when I check my phone and the butterflies begin to build to the point my chest feels like its about to burst open
how did it come to this you with him and once again me all alone
the white hot flame of sadness has been ignited and raindrops erupt from my eyes
  I turn and look away from the water one last time and for a second i just watch all the cars drive by thinking about how many with spend their night arguing with a spouse or playing with their kids
I smile though I may not experience this myself the idea that I might brings a dismal smile to my face as I climb the railing of the bridge I smile big with tears sprinting down my cheeks  and with that I let go like a falcon about to ****** it's prey I fall racing to the blue concrete impact to shatter my bones
suicide doesn't take the pain away it just gives it to someone else
Feb 2018 · 247
shots fired
Simon Woodstock Feb 2018
Good morning
how are you
what are you doing
6 months ago these text messages would've never sent torpedoes directly at my chest but now they **** me I know you've moved on but my hearts still remains begging for more of your attention so you can bring me more pain like a cracked out ****** with a clean smile your a 2 day vacation with a 6 week recovery
Jan 2018 · 389
Scum
Simon Woodstock Jan 2018
The sun will go down and like a vampire I awaken
I'll drink and smoke myself broke
Scream at the bartender after last round
Because
**** IT
I needed that whiskey
like a sinner in a church
I feel the blind hellish rage ignite
I attempt to rip the bartender apart
However the bouncer's sledge hammer like fist has already kissed me on the left cheek
The next thing I know I'm laying down on the concrete
My head is lost among the wreckage of the titanic
the contents of my stomach howl in agony
After forcing myself to my feet
The rage from before returns suddenly like an absent father
My cheek was swollen and a few of my teeth felt loose
I was on top of the world from the basement
I spit blood on the concrete and begin to taunt
The bouncer to come outside
Like a lone hyena picking on a lion
I laughed drunkenly and screamed every word in the book
Finally provoked he launches out of a cannon slamming into me
I awake in a hospital bed  
Thinking only one thing
BETTER OFF DEAD
Jan 2018 · 387
Saturday Night Portrait
Simon Woodstock Jan 2018
I feel the blood rushing out of my nostrils like bats out of hell
Pieces of the mirror that once hung on the wall litter the floor
You did it you lost it
BOOM
SNAP
CRASH
Here we are
I collapse and lean against the wall
I stare at all the posters that cover my wall
Pages from an artificial personality to fit in
I am a conformed jaded sad soul
convinced no one in the world will turn my half into a whole
My last name will die with me
sorry grandpa guess there was never that much of a man in me
As I sit in a daze I think of all the late nights spent with purple haze
How I could've done something good with my time but I let it all slip away to insecure to handle change
I have a PHD in pushing my loved ones away
The blood has dried and the swelling has set in
O' lord I have my doubts
will this whiskey cleanse me for my sins
A blurred figure enters the room I can't tell who it is
my eyes had swollen to the size of grapefruits
unable to see
no will to move
I simply sit there as my mind exits consciousness
Jan 2018 · 404
valentines day 2018
Simon Woodstock Jan 2018
Hear ye hear ye
May your valentines day be anything but dreary
may this collection of words usher roses to ignite in your cheeks that explode into a smile on your face stunning enough to make the birds sing like its spring
Your soul is black like coal because deep down theirs nothing but diamonds matched with a heart of gold
may your day be filled with the blissful melody of your laugh and your smile that melts even the coldest of hearts
throughout your day I know you'll continue to slay any test, quiz, or lab attempting to stump you on this valentines day
Like fine wine you've only grown sweeter with time
Your an amazing woman I couldn't be more genuine
Yes I know it's a month early but the inspiration was nipping at my heels
Nov 2017 · 239
Sleepless Soul
Simon Woodstock Nov 2017
most creativity while the world sleeps
the toll of pointless transactions with  dollar store people unraveling
in the solace of solitude while thoughts of pure bliss take over
like highlights in the grey sky you light up my world while I drift into the comforting night while the rest of the world is sleeping I'm sitting awake daydreaming about your smile bright and piercing as the sun
the penetrating sound of your laughter echoing in my mind soothing my soul awakening my third eye with each new line or draft I write thoughts of such bliss fuel my night
til the sun arises and I collapse to sleep
Oct 2017 · 226
Time will tell
Simon Woodstock Oct 2017
beneath the tattoos and smile on my face
I'm covered in bruises from the last time we talked
Deep down I'm just a sad soul trying to become the man I know I can be shattered deep down inside desperately trying to peace myself back together before we made the jump and you gave the key that unlocked my heart
However none of that matters now your gone and that vision of us I fear is disappearing into nothing more then distant memories
Though my heart feels heavy there is nothing more to say I guess only time will tell if were truly meant to be or meant to go our separate ways
Oct 2017 · 256
The Love Cycle
Simon Woodstock Oct 2017
Imagine yourself before your first taste of heartache
Heart made of butterflies your brain feels as if it's on morphine
You never thought that it wouldn't work

Imagine the the pain you felt
The deepest cut that could ever come from a text messege
heart draining from failed loves knife wounds your brain is on overload

Imagine yourself today
Neglecting what could be your happily ever after
Your past experiences have made you into the executioner
Another Hopeless Romantic Turned hallow
You always have a choice to not do what your ex did to you
Jul 2017 · 307
Time to go
Simon Woodstock Jul 2017
She begged me to stay as I headed toward the door
But the longer I lingered the more painful it would be to leave
She was the type of girl to be sweet and give you kisses before you left for work she'd pack you a lunch so you didn't have to stress it

However as I closed the door behind me I reflected not on her flaws but my own as the meaning for my sudden departure
she would give up her life just to keep me happy
I would drain her life force and wither her away with my lack of drive to do anything but smoke **** and laugh at simple things
So you see she was a beautiful butterfly waiting to bloom in her chrysalis
I just couldn't do it be the reason she never got to bloom only able to provide cold winters when in summer she shines like the sun and kisses bring you tastes of heaven

AS I headed to my car I turned back to see her standing there tears streaming down her face her heart shattered
I was the bull in the china shop the cause of her current sadness
Better for her to cry now then to stare at me with disappointment in her eyes knowing  she picked a child of a man unable to give her what she truly deserves

Shes on track to be a college grad and I'm just living working a dead end job to pay rent no drive or motivation I feel like the **** of the earth a man full of potential but no drive to match self destructive behavior is always on the craving  addicted to soul searching but to myself I feel empty

I'm getting in my car to drive myself home alcohol and alone time are on my dinner plate
I get to my car only to feel the vice grip of a crying lover squeezing me begging me not to go and throw this away
She bury her head in my back and I can feel the tears soaking my t shirt covering me like hooks to make me rethink my decision
My keys are in my hand but I can't leave
Love is only a feeling and its got me feeling high and though every part of my brain is telling me to go just unlocking the door has become an obstacle So instead I turn and face her a squeeze her back the turtle shell around my emotions has finally cracked
Jul 2017 · 190
Jaded Thoughts
Simon Woodstock Jul 2017
Don't pray for my soul when I die
Only that there be few tears from my mothers eyes
A ****** of crows can I look like doves in the night
so why fear death having no knowledge  of the other side

Life is forever fleeting we spend it burning ourselves out to get further ahead only to get on top to wind up dead
That what doesn't  **** you  is impossible to love
Jul 2017 · 182
swan song
Simon Woodstock Jul 2017
I'm stuck here on earth and your no longer here
you had the biggest of hopes brightest of dreams but that still didn't save you 12-20-16
I've been down since you left
We were friends in school for a brief time
You stuck up for me so I'm in your debt for a life time
I cried hard when I heard the news
My friend died and I couldn't even come to the funeral
I'm shedding tears as I write this
few answers given to me about the purpose of life I'm just left feeling confused
I hope you found peace on the other side
hopefully I'll see you when it's my time
Jun 2017 · 299
Wither
Simon Woodstock Jun 2017
I wonder if god sheds tears for all the cigarette butts in the ash trays at every bar seeing what he has crafted killing themselves to be able to relax I wonder if god sheds tears for all the bombs dropped and suicide notes does he spend his days in misery knowing he created us and our self destructive nature is that why he's abandoned us to hide away in his lonely heavens with his angels waiting on him as he withers away in self loathing does every sin of man cut like a razor against his wrist killing him slowly or does he laugh a sadistic laugh waiting for our time to run out and we all burn in hell
Jun 2017 · 330
Decay
Simon Woodstock Jun 2017
I had a dream once Like a parasite hope drilled into me infecting everything I did my dreams held my head high the self doubt in myself my worst enemy sadness  beheaded me before I had a foundation for the life I envisioned for myself broken and hopeless drinking and smoking my favorite coping methods for the void inside when I awake I pray for a heart attack to take me from the suffering burrowed inside of me knowing my passion and dreams have long since died solace in knowing we all die and nothing truly matters anyway we paint our lives to the point were destroyed when it all falls apart there are millions of stars lighting up the sky but only 88 constellations the dream is dead and hope is a lie
May 2017 · 274
to quench my soul
Simon Woodstock May 2017
I used to thirst for this
I used to lay awake at night never ending ideas on what I wanted to write
I used to have so much passion for this
I haven't written since October because any word I said would've been a lie
I've been in hibernation waiting for the passion and drive to return
But I feel as if I'm wasting my time
I used to speak to much now I talk to little
This winter has been harsh I feel like a dog in a kennel on the side of the road slowly freezing to death quiet because of lost  hope
I used to want this but this winters been harsh
not everyone made it
But the sun still shines
So I guess I better reevaluate my part
Taken before their time your memory forever in my heart and mind
The sun still shines and with is ends the hibernation of my mind
Oct 2016 · 248
Slipping Away
Simon Woodstock Oct 2016
In the mist of a rainy fall morning the void has swallowed me whole again
tears stream down my face
My soul is bleeding and starving to death due to lack of faith
but a lonely demise awaits
I can't embrace my future while I'm still stuck in the past
self improvement is useless because I'll always be last
My smile is my headstone displaying happiness to the public while I continue to decay inside  out
lack of sleep
no will to eat
oh dear reaper
come sweep me off my feet
for I seek everlasting sleep
Sep 2016 · 1.7k
Wasted Potential
Simon Woodstock Sep 2016
we could do anything
so we became *** addict junkies
college flunkies
working dead end jobs to survive
partying drinking always craving to be high

with sobriety comes anxiety
fear of failing
constantly called a freeloader of society
wasting away fighting to change
buried six feet deep in debts coffin
while starving on minimum wage

unable to find hope in the sky
depression strikes as the stars fall from the night sky
jaded

jaded feeling as the end of it all is nigh
blind masquerading bubble **** praising
mumble rap hailing
feeling trapped like mice about to die

members of a generation of wasted potential are you and I  
fighting to arise building battles cries only to die when the bills arrive
Aug 2016 · 579
To pursue Immortality
Simon Woodstock Aug 2016
To live forever and never die rich men cry
Feebly unaware we all must pass on to what the afterlife bares
They seek potions and fountains galore setting aside family and happiness proclaiming "If i can make it so we never die well then connect and live our life" many have searched none succeeded lifetimes wasted love ones pleaded let this be a message for those that seek to never grow old true immortality truly lives in the memory and souls you help grow
Love your life and every minute after we don't live forever so make it count
Apr 2016 · 344
sleep deprived
Simon Woodstock Apr 2016
Last night I had a dream that I made it to heaven
But when I awoke I was still in hell
Heaven is the dream
Hell is the reality
So then does our dream turn into our reality once humanity touches it
Dreams are the frail hope to keep us going make us feel alive
Reality is the aftermath the problems that come with our dream that never cross our mind
Humanity synonym is destruction because we crave for our self not others because were all so blind
Apr 2016 · 499
Limbo Beholds us
Simon Woodstock Apr 2016
Lost in the catacombs I wander aimlessly searching for a purpose yet only finding dark corridors and broken bones of the dead
I am jaded
I wonder
Did the dead ascend to the sky or are they trapped here in the catacombs to lie
I am jaded
These are my thoughts as I sleep
The catacombs forever eating away my mind
Soon to death I'll give my last breath once I find an end and a purpose
I awake and the dream ends
Apr 2016 · 641
Fast Food Frenzy
Simon Woodstock Apr 2016
Every fast food employee that has been there close to a year is depressed
If they are not its because they have things going for them
But if not they are depressed simply because they're working a dead end job while they are trying to support a family or there lives are lost in a limbo like state revolving around a dead end job At every second they clock in and the thought burns holes in their head
Am I gonna die here?
Am I already dead and this is my time in purgatory?
Will I rot away working here selling every waking moment of my life here
Is it really all worth it on payday
but still they continue to work and converse among each other each one secretly trapped in the hell of their own thoughts
Mar 2016 · 351
Life is Cancer
Simon Woodstock Mar 2016
what is life
It's cancer
that's it that's all
Cancer the killer of us all
it kills with one motive
**** us all
from black and white
Jews and gentiles alike
Cancer rips our species apart
like a thief in the night
Tearing families to shreds
the cure not found
gods genocidal wrath
millions in the grave
Contained not cured
Cancer
The consequence for poisoning the earth
Mar 2016 · 472
Love and Reincarnation
Simon Woodstock Mar 2016
we stay up late in everlasting love sharing laughs and tears
she is my love she doesn't mind
I chain smoke cigarettes
She says I'll quit in due time
she makes everything blue turn grand
I have stupid friends but she pays them no mind
says I'm out growing them with time
I talk too much but she doesn't think I whine
I wanna **** myself but she says nirvana will come in time
She's gone when I awake leaving me lonely laying in the bed I've made
The moon is what I love inspiring me to chase the reincarnation she has above I romance a planet in the sky because just like me every morning has she die
Mar 2016 · 390
The World Through My Eyes
Simon Woodstock Mar 2016
the thoughts in my head scream I'm better off dead and my body sludge's through the day I am the prospect of a generation X teen pregnancy a dead beat father and an overly religious mother they've always told me that they only want the best for me but what is best for me deep down inside I don't know anything I just feel a hollowness and that I'm stuck walking around in some sort of limbo like my life is on pause and I'm left to prep for the next scene
but what is the next scene I don't know everything is a blur my routine never changes I do the same **** just on a different day of the year is this what the last years of being young are floating aimlessly around until you settle  for a job and a woman to come home to everyday
I don't know is being young about drinking away your countenance so you don't feel bad and talking to multiple woman all at once all only in hopes of getting into their pants and then never speaking to them again is this really everything we dreamed about as kids we wanted to be cops and fire fighters doctors and nurses but in the end we only end up as drug addicts alcoholics *** slaved screen glued Catholics eating up gossip faster then GMOs and eating up the worlds resources making it harder to survive
I don't know deep down inside I wish I did I really do what's so magical about me or you there is nothing pretty in the lust and greed frenzy we share and there is nothing cute about the way we deny our despair
we self hate so we self medicate and take it out on someone else and they continue the cycle so in turn they feel unsure and take hollow tips to head from a hunting rifle of they try to hang in there only to end up hanging in a garage we post tag and like anything funny yet stay silent about serious issues to avoid looking like a dummy in the crowd we mock the dead without hesitation and we betray those we love due to selfish motivation is this what living is all about this can't be it we have suicide prevention hotlines but what if death is better then this **** we live in a world where the contents of your wallet make you important and a paper degree make you elite your degree makes you no better then me we live in a world where everyone is a wolf in sheeps clothing praying on each other
But I do know if the world would stop spinning I don't think i'd miss it
Mar 2016 · 451
Four Chords
Simon Woodstock Mar 2016
four chords is all it takes four chords and I escape
four chords I feel awake
four chords and I feel nothing but heartache
Mar 2016 · 268
Atheist Prayer
Simon Woodstock Mar 2016
I could preach to you and you to me about how there's a paradise awaiting you and me but it would only be lies the world is **** that can't be saved from just one human sacrifice and that complacency is holy and independence is the devil I don't know about you but I'll die a rebel
Simon Woodstock Feb 2016
One week I last one week without smoking **** so I could get a new job. However when it was presented to me instead of turning down the ****, I reached for it like a baby does it's bottle. I was a depressed, jaded, ******* at the world overnight fast food employee. While I hated my job it had it's own set of perks since I was on the overnight shift I was able to smoke a stress filled cigarette inside of the store  as well as come up with insane combos of food for free. As much as I enjoyed those perks I had grown bored of the overnight life it had become easy to me and I was desperate for something new and to have nights off. I had applied at a nearby grocery store upon hearing the fact my job wanted to cut my hours drastically for switching to days. The grocery store did a mouth swab before hiring you hence the reason for me to stop smoking. Yet in that moment the **** within grasp it didn't seem to matter I had ways of cleaning out my system. The deed done I was dropped off at home, My body was on the ground but my head was dreaming and floating happily in the clouds.
I have written anything in a long time and I suddenly found inspiration
Nov 2015 · 225
broken and numb
Simon Woodstock Nov 2015
I'd sell my soul for one more call but this ******* cancer has stolen them all I prayed and pleaded but god did you hear me I've begged and cried but you just let them die how could you forsake such strong believers in their hour of need my loved ones lived a lie following your deceit how can I stand as a man knowing we all must die one day well I don't know I'm not an atheist I swear but why why does every time I need you to save someone your just never there
Nov 2015 · 412
The Darkness in my Bedroom
Simon Woodstock Nov 2015
oh mother teach me how to die because I've been lost in the dark trying to fly but continuously missing my mark Thy blade I pressed to my skin was not heaven send where fields of wildflowers I roamed only turn to black now for I am with no home your dying wish was for me to achieve bliss yet agony has burrowed inside of me calling my chest home you told me to pray to our heavenly father but I feel no divine spirit when I bow at his altar yet I try to overcome only to fault further I cut my throat and I hang myself but I do not die I jump from rooftops only to awake staring at the night sky mother my purpose is clear for god has abandoned me and satan drew me near where god rejected he rejoiced he told me to be his savior of earth his divine voice to the masses for I am the antichrist
Oct 2015 · 3.4k
Just Because
Simon Woodstock Oct 2015
just because you have a degree it makes you no smarter then me
just because you have no ink on your skin that doesn't make you clean of sin
just because you have white skin it doesn't make you better then anyone
just because you can quote the bible your still far from a prophet
just because you wear a suit in no way are you better then a fast food worker
just because your bank account has 6 digits that doesn't make you above the law
just because your homeless with no place to sleep that doesn't make you worthless
just because you work fast food that doesn't make you unmotivated
just because of the way you look that doesn't make you evil
just because you feel empty that doesn't mean this is the end
just because you take a different path that doesn't make you a failure
The price of being a decent human being is 0.00 hate will only **** us and separate us
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