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7.3k · Mar 2015
God Bless
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
God bless america land of the free
God bless america where we take away your rights and give you an STD
God bless america where it's citizens hate there homeland
God bless america the country that takes the world and tries to play dad
God bless america where sin is welcomed in
America there is no god bless because your doing away with him
random thoughts of mine
4.8k · Mar 2015
Worth
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
A psychedelic life with the love of an amazing woman is the only one worth living
3.4k · Oct 2015
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
2.0k · Jul 2015
Cinematic Nostalgia
Simon Woodstock Jul 2015
I've fallen in love with 90's cinema
Where movies looked real and not too HD
The nostalgia of being taken back to that time
Is more then divine
scenes were not CGI
and the make up was not over the top
the message uncensored  
whether offensive or not the movie won't stop
and you see the times how they've changed from uncompromising film making to watered down plots with only stunts to amaze
From reflecting after a movie to not thinking at all
I'm just reflecting that's all
Movies from the 90'***** me they don't feel like movies they speak to me in a different way then the movies today and just older movies in general It's just so different now
1.6k · Sep 2016
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
1.6k · Mar 2015
Cheshire cat
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
I hate my reflection for when I see the dark circles under my eyes from the rest thoughts of you have stolen from me at night or the hollow face I wear  sometimes comes a plastic smile when others see me but alone I wear the nothingness I feel inside and I lie to myself and say i'll get over you in due time so now I sit back against the wall I recollect all of our memories together and it only makes me feel small like a vanishing act vanishing like a *Cheshire Cat
the work speaks for itself
1.4k · Mar 2015
Cigarettes
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
i met a girl she looked so beautiful and when she spoke it was so chemical she said hi my name is cigarette one kiss of me and you'll love to hate me to death the conversation done she said lets have some fun and that was about 25 kisses ago
she promised to always love me
she promised to always be there
but now shes taking all my money telling me life's not fair
so now i'm picking her up from a gas station tonight even though i know she'll be gone before the morning light i don't know why i put up with her but i know i cant break up with her we constantly fight over my choices in life i know i can't win so i just kiss her again further into despair i go
i make pleads baby why do you do this to me
cancer doesn't sound so pretty
her only reply is we all gotta die might as well die from me
she travels with me everywhere i go i can't help it over this decision i lack control
She promised to love me even when i'm low but i just kissed her for the last time and i need to go buy more
i know that shes killing me i guess its alright as long as i can afford her ill be just fine because when my funds are low and without her i'm forced to go i just lose my mind
i hate i hate you so much but i love i love you too much to let you go i've signed away my fate with you i will stay until into the grave i go
When I smoked I never called it an addiction I called it love because every drag was killing me slowly like love when it hurts however I have since ended my chemical relationship
1.3k · Mar 2015
Goodnight Mary Jane
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
Lay me down to rest the bullet holes like goodnight kisses fill my chest
is this a dream or a reality because I am too blind to see please answer me my heart beat starts to fail is there anymore will power left in me? was the hell you dragged me through that consuming is it my spirit and soul I surrendered to the wind when I picked a fight with the demons I have locked within or was it the drugs I stole to fill my emptiness not to worry the angry dealer found me with a 12 gauge and he didn't miss so as the bullets exit my body I see the image of an old math teacher saying
*class dismissed
A story that I simply told as for it's meaning what do you tell me
1.3k · May 2015
Nostalgia With Mary
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Mary,Mary Jane is that you leaving ashes by my window...oh wait that was nicki...I'm sorry I forgot your much more stable and less self destructive...I forgot that you never leave my bedside like a bible...bringing me spiritual awakening or curing self denial...holding me close having me feeling safe and secure...but most of all loved and like my skin is pure...you open my eyes to the beauty simple things hold in life...until you fade away...and reality steps in the way
something I just came up with
1.3k · Jun 2015
Freak
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
Destruction
Despair
Cut my hair
life isn't fair
but no one cares
forgiveness is foreign
to those unaware of the beauty
reincarnation
1.2k · Jun 2015
Big words belittle feelings
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
you and me
me and you
SERENITY my hearts in bloom
INDEPENDENT you left me
DEPENDENCY you were the air to my hearts blossom that is dying
VISIONARY the images of you that will forever haunt and torture my soul
DEATH the art of letting go
REINCARNATION the art of rebuilding one's soul
When I feel weak like I can't get out of bed I force myself to take a shower write a poem about how I feel just to clear my head
1.2k · Mar 2015
decision
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
It was the abortion or new tattoo
so I smiled when I said this is what I want when I gave the artist a picture of you
Something I believe allot of guys go through now days. where the woman doesn't want the baby and the guy does and he's the only one that can pay for it
1.1k · May 2015
Standard
Simon Woodstock May 2015
not an object
just rhythm and beauty
pain knows no bounds
silence echos a voice
lustful eyes
gluttonous hands
fragile vase
SMASH
pieces everywhere
the day moves on unaware
To me this describes the modern life for a woman hurt but expected to remain undamaged and unaffected. Sometimes no one to vent or talk too I am a male however a woman is much more then an object
1.1k · Mar 2015
Sin to Win
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
in order to win you must sin because In modern day society uniqueness is a commodity we give in to peer pressure and change our views more then the weather we call a girl fat because we hate the weight of ourselves we **** out our bodies like ******* and hoes looking for love and purpose in fashion and the club existing without any real thoughts and  more then enough self doubt that never goes away no matter how many bottles you drink to drown we bully the kid that can't afford Nike and anything in your playlists tells you to sell dope and buy jewelry  I am not here to be anti drugs or to say not have nice things but what if there warning you that you don't want that because if you live by the gun one day a gun gets pointed at you you don't have to sin to win don't let peer pressure break you even if there your closet friends
we are all created equal and no matter what we have no squeals so make you life yours because when we fall into the grave the peer pressure is gone and your left with an eternity to reflect the life you lived
be unique don't let peer pressure dissolve your morals and don't throw away who you are to be who you think you need to be
977 · Jun 2015
vision
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
The cool breeze awakes me and there I am in the hammock looking out at the sea with you in my arms next to me smiling but I blink and your gone replaced by this gun when only moments before you were smiling at me the cold steel stares it's barrel at me like a lover afraid I blink and your face is in front of mine smiling sweetly and divine wake up  I hear the words but I can't respond or move waya wake up we have stuff to do today the sun behind you shining past into my eyes I squint slowly about time sleepy head I feel the smile on my face and I blink filled with joy to only see the sun coming through my window and you nowhere near me
the dream I had last night that felt so real
872 · Mar 2015
confusions//delusions
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
Yelling at the TV feeling so small
Another loved one dead why don't you just take them all
one by one we die
but in support groups we cry we all have pain in life
but no one truly gets it at all I just sit so alone and small
everyone says I can come to them anytime
but it's not their problem they don't wanna here me whine
so I choose to sit and decay don't let anyone see me today I've buried myself in everything that's bad for my health  and I don't want them to be disgusted with me
so let me sit
let me rot
everyone's gonna die so why not me
just let the rest of my family be
please please please!
STOP STOP STOP
take me instead take me instead
if I had a choice she'd be alive and id be dead
I lost a loved one today and just having trouble accepting it so this is how I channeled everything...enjoy the people you have nothing in this life is promised
858 · May 2015
Self Destructive Terrorist
Simon Woodstock May 2015
A self destructive terrorist an anti social embarrassment
not one to sport a bomber vest but the first to volunteer to jump off a cliff not wanting to please god up above just pleading to end his own life due to lack of love this isn't a terrorist in the sense of harmful to others he only harms himself  when he can escape the company of others surrounded by many yet he is alone could never harm a fly but he'll wage war on himself he'll draw plans on his wrist with the razors of bliss and drop bombs of pills into the abyss no children will die no mothers will cry just another heart failure in the works the city will stand and the man will fall he has finally won the war as he breathes his last breath he was just a normal man not a killer he's not the only one the self destructive terrorist he hides in everyone
the self destructive terrorist is the depression that is in all of us only not as destructive for some as others
852 · Mar 2015
Ballad of the Poets
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
Poets** were put on this earth to suffer because without it where would our thoughts come we thrive under hard times when life leaves you breathing nothing but sulfur but when in serenity we find we finally unwind and calm our troubled minds until the rug is pulled from under our feet down back to the deep we venture writing of sorrow surviving for the serenity to return to our world again
I've come to notice I write most of my work when i am depressed and my best work intoxicated by love however love hurts and back to the abyss I have fallen
828 · May 2015
Bedtime In Serenityville
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Gun pointed to my head
Is it time to die or just time for bed
The barrel gives me goodnight kisses and the alcohol is a bed time story
Every night doing inventory in my mind wondering if I should do it
If most people saw this they'd shudder in fear
But I'm not worried
I want this I pray for this
If I finish my story tonight would anyone cry why won't you be mine how do you really feel inside
tick tock goes the clock and ring it has struck 12
The day has begun
I throw the gun to the floor
Another night gone another day come
leaving me here longer to rot in a burning world
would you think twice about pulling the trigger or using that knife...think about it long and hard before you leave and give me a heart attack
744 · Jun 2015
American Prayer
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
forgive them father they know not what they've done they have traded your book for money used for guns to fund there wars condemning their eyes only granting their comfort in ****** leaving them to sleep from woman to woman craving to fill an emptiness inside subconsciously begging for words from the wise forever searching for a meaning in life slitting their own throats because of lack of purpose and a lust to know what it truly means to die feast your eyes on a systematic bee hive stinging and attacking everything they see desperate to hold on to the possessions of their being
683 · Mar 2015
the final love letter
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
Dear child I will never know
It breaks my heart to let you go
me and your mother aren't together this I know
And we wish we could take care of you so with tears in my eyes
I must confront that well never meet face to face
and as I cry now I shall forever because you are my pride and joy
not a surgeons test toy I love you and I always will me and your mother
but life is hard sometimes I just wish we'd met Instead of paying for your death...
love, Mom and Dad
the poem speaks for itself
669 · Mar 2015
Midnight my friend
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
Hello midnight we meet again my distasteful friend my lack of sleep is killing me but the contents of my mind bring together our embrace every night this pattern holds no end in sight so I sit here writing criticizing myself in a way no one else can or wants to be criticized themselves I rip my mental apart with each passing thought praying that I wasn't put on this earth to rot my eyes are bloodshot and the positive serenity that I crave and want back with me will not let me keep it's presences but midnight is always a comfort to me it tells me of an assured bad morning and another emotionless dazed and confused day
my life for what seems like years but in reality only a month
647 · Mar 2015
September
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
Everyone's leaving in September
Welcome to the month of departure
Where everyone leaves you alone
Sitting in your arm chair

January they start to pack
and August is to pack until
SNAP! their gone just like that
No looking back and your still sitting motionless
As life passes you by
641 · Apr 2016
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
639 · Jul 2015
Abstraction
Simon Woodstock Jul 2015
drip drop goes the red sea from the gorge of empathy flowing free and abstract to the origin masonry where the crystals build and the red wine spills where the homeless are rich and the sheltered diminish where the heat cools and welcomes snow and the cold brings sweating and a feverish vampire glow where we learn zombies are not the dead but the living faking a smile and serenity is a feeling found somewhere in the mild drip drop flows the river do we dare to cross
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
She hung herself last night right in front of me too but I didn't mind I was too high to move she smiled at me gracefully one last time and I could see a twinkle in her eye like I did every time she smiled before only this time it was different it was more I saw the twinkle but something deeper too I saw another galaxy as she smiled one last time as the shooting stars silently escaped her eyes and she whispered one word goodbye and then she fell gracefully like an eagle diving for it's prey her death would be hers and she caught it what only took seconds seemed like hours watching her fall I felt the need to cry but I wasn't sad I felt the need to stop her but I couldn't raise my hand so I watched her ballerina show until it's very end and she hung motionless before me and the saliva fell periodically like rain drops she had chosen to go to that galaxy while I watched her blast off to meet it in this one *be free busy bee rest your wings and sit with me
582 · Sep 2015
sad but true
Simon Woodstock Sep 2015
I could hide under a million tattoos but none of them would take away from the pain I felt when I finally lost you
573 · Jun 2015
These Days
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
The tree of life was cut down to fuel the fires of our wicked ways
yes these are dark days indeed
566 · Aug 2016
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
564 · Mar 2015
Aiyana
Simon Woodstock Mar 2015
love me or hate me you can never recreate me for I am one of a kind knowing that we are all made to die and that the love we had was more like a fad because with the change of the season came your change of heart and finally what killed me was your reason I read the message over and over again convinced myself it was treason but no here we sit weeks later and nothing has changed I've lost myself  and you've pushed forward with a plan that has no place for me anymore but in agony I'll remain to wish you luck because to leave is suicide because no matter how broken my heart is my love for you won't give up because when I said through thick and thin I meant it  i'll be here for you whether were lovers or friends
499 · Apr 2016
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
Simon Woodstock Sep 2015
post a picture of a cop and they say **** em hoes see a man with alot of guap and they gon **** him post pictures of your ***** for a 100 likes ******* and ***** is a rich mans night kids all go to bed wake up with cold sweats moms strung out on the pain pills again will it ever end god will you send someone to fight off all of this dark energy lately only finding release in xanex and Hennessy satan i need a minute scratch that make it 3 when you think you got it hard look at you neighbor but lately I only talk to myself and I broke all my mirrors gun to my head time for bed or more meds walls of my home filled with my prescription it's a hollow tip clip that gets constant refilling end it all or buy a gold chain and sell my self for 15 minutes of fame but **** the fame because i'd rather uphold my integrity instead of selling my soul to be a celebrity so excuse me while I waste away smoking this ****
472 · Mar 2016
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
469 · Apr 2015
Bastard Son
Simon Woodstock Apr 2015
nothing but a ******* son
obsessed with my own death but the first to run
on a road to self destruction
school is to drool because I never stay awake
and love is to self because it's the only kind that isn't fake
wake is to bake the only times where I don't hate myself
life is a strife where everything feels perfect when nothings alright
death is what comes next because time never has the time to enjoy the light
drugs give the warmest hugs but when they leave make you feel so unloved
alcohol is to diet because how else do I keep this weight off
a blank mind feels so kind
ignorance I wish was mine
only blind men have clean souls
dreams are haunting because they feel real and right until I wake up to the afternoon light
****** and alone I laugh at everything but feel so alone
lost in thought and memories
442 · Jun 2015
Modern World
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
Tie tied tight like a noose and a suit like restraints shoes are the shackles and the hair cut because uniqueness is a crime this is the civil society of today where the same make bank and the strange journey down the walk of shame
what a wolf in sheep's clothing when sheep are dressing up like wolves
441 · Mar 2016
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
413 · Jun 2015
spinning
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
rolling away, away in space and time this loneliness feels so divine
nowhere to run nowhere to hide so roll,roll away down the crystal line
412 · Nov 2015
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
409 · Jun 2015
Earth Day 1974
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
come reverence of the mothers soil hacked and drained away by the descendants ego plundering and breaking in their conquest of their hearts to fill the eternal emptiness killing in the name of purpose the mother Gaia is decaying as we pay no mind and go thru our day she bleeds eternally bearing the pain and scars of humanly hate she cries out in pain sons and daughters listen do not continue this way i supplied your way of life is this how you repay please don't do this anymore my body is beginning to break  but the fires are already lit the pyre set the funeral for mother Gaia will be one to never forget for without Gaia there is nothing and without us theirs nothing to be missed
404 · Aug 2015
Storyteller
Simon Woodstock Aug 2015
I am the author of my pain
Because it is my fault thoughts of you still pass my brain
god can't save my aim
my blood vessels explode as I write
while I implode in life
My heart is a confederacy seceding from my brain
They go to war my every waking moment
My brain wants to free me from your slavery
While my heart still cling's to the memories
403 · May 2015
Like you do
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Love me like you do
Stab me through and through
I know I shouldn't long for you
But my heart still longs for you
I've run out of things to do
It's been 4 months and I'm still not over you
So love me like you do
Stab me through my heart so I can feel close to you
The tears I cry tonight fall  like roses on a grave
I guess it's time to say goodbye
It's long past the last dance of the masquerade
Like bullets from a gun we ended with a sudden bang
we start and we end we dream we transcend we love we hurt we never rest again
LOVE: love is handing someone your heart watching them break it and continuing to love them still
400 · Jan 2018
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
394 · Sep 2015
lost pilot
Simon Woodstock Sep 2015
I lost the plot
it vanished into a blank empty mind
the wheels of it never to roll never at all
without it the story never moves on
and we look on till the end of time
387 · Jan 2018
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
386 · Jun 2015
MORE
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
I am more then the shirt I wear
I am more then the skin I'm stuck in
I am more then my trials
I am a living person
I am just a simple man pen always in hand
I am a visionary even though sometimes my vision goes blurry
I am more then what you judge from what you see
we are all more then we seem to be
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
385 · May 2015
Transcendence
Simon Woodstock May 2015
Tick tock my head falls off into a bowl of ****
the scars on my wrist look like such bliss
And I part the cap from the bottle faster then
moses did the red sea
The Lord hates blasphemy
and everyone that doesn't say please
Why don't I feel free
Why do I wanna bleed
Do you hate me
Why did you create me

Floating higher and higher into the clouds
Burning churches try to pull me back down
Gluttony is a sin
but every night I give in
Is this a hell that I live
Why do I give in
Who makes the rules on sin
Who said the devil never wins
Just the thought of the end makes me cringe
Until I load up another syringe
you tell me the meaning
381 · Jan 2018
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
375 · Mar 2016
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
365 · Jun 2015
carpe diem
Simon Woodstock Jun 2015
Today I walked among the rocks and the trees and I felt a divine presence I stopped at the cliff and stared at the lake below me and it slowly turned into blood red flames and I heard the screams of the ****** and all the ******* children that wouldn't bow and then there was silence as I couldn't see him I felt the heat radiate from his essence and he whispered you don't have to burn kneel and my feet and surrender and you won't have to suffer and I screamed how can you torture those that you claim to love is that the meaning of a loving god I will never serve under your tyranny and with that he was gone but the lake of fire was still present and It was starting to spread unafraid I let myself fall from the cliff without any regrets after all heaven is no place for a ******* son like me
A nightmare I had a while back where I came to my own demise
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