sitting in his invented prison
where misgivings are never forgiven
restricted to only visits from visions
in his dimension of endless renditions

condemned to exist within mental schism
with his stiffest self sentence given
never forgetting misdeeds and decisions
only existing to revisit volitions

So fast we rush into night
And wisdom only gets older
Ones that love you the most
Can give the coldest shoulders
Wore your heart til the rust chipped
So damaged it must get reprimanded
Couldn't stand it
The gravity pulling planets
Galactic destruction
Just a gift from the heavy handed
Enough is enough
The words are venom the sentence tragic
Dissolved into earth
Right next to coffins and broken canvas
A masterpiece
Could have grabbed it but you went for gold
Realized what you could have had as it turned into coal

I've been on a dig
Of personal depths,
Picking as far
As I can get,
I surprisingly stopped
My troweling action,
To ask if I'm digging
In the right direction.
The deeper I go,
The less I know,
The opposite
Of my quest.

I ascend for a look and see,
And the world's
Glittering differently.
Did the air down there
Have an effect on me.
I saw an enemy,
But I didn't see her,
At least
Not until much later.
I must've tapped the vein below,
While mining the hardness
Of my soul,
Retrieving stones
From my emotional hole.

I cut my gems
Beneath a glass,
Carved my present
From my past.

I back-filled my dig,
Got what I needed,
A cache of hindsight
I can live with.

The old white lines
Remain the right signs
Of a flightier, mightier time
Where designs of the mind
Unwind a crime of this kind
To merely white lines
On tight thighs
And not red and bright finds
Atop contempt or ***** lies

Officially replaced.
4.0 version ready with sarcasm and wit
Honesty and nerd culture backing her smile
Self-assurance is such a beautiful tool to utilize
I wish I had known that then
I wish a lot of things though...

I'm sorry I was never like the lot of you

as much as I've grown used to hating myself

I sure wish I didn't

and I sure wish you didn't know that I'm a sucker for anything acoustic

and that alcohol makes me giggly

and that I sleep on my side and whimper when I have bad dreams

and that my burning desire is to get the hell out of this town

and I sure wish I didn't ever love you

we lie together in a hammock of broken promises and empty compliments
and I wish I could say that your hollow heart beat in the same rhythm it used to
the most it does is break me down in the worst way
but all I want to do is watch you hurt as much as I did
and then stitch you back together
out of habit


do you still dream like you used to?

The snow piles up and is then washed away
like the change in an alcoholic's wallet,
appearing too briefly to instate a memory,
whilst the world remains unchanged, come morn.

Last year I smiled with tears in my eyes
as the snow fell and I waited for the bus.
I could feel the onset of a great transition;
but I had to lose my mind, before I found myself.

It has been a long year of beer bottled ash
and months spent catching up on lost sleep.
The pills came to take a weight from me,
until I gained the strength to carry the rest.

Songs have appeared with omniscient timing
to carry my breath through the bulrushes
of the river that never seemed to reach a source.
I am still looking for the ocean blue, the view

that will take me from these seasonal lows,
to a place where I can thaw out and live.