#below
they love to lie to the people
they keep em mentally feeble
no one is safe from the evil
no one is safe from the evil
they brought back hate like a sequel
gets under the skin like a needle
shelter those lost with a steeple
lost hope is a tough retrieval
good luck
don't get stuck
just know they construct
lots of traps
they just laugh
might not make it back
I fell
myself
into
quite a few
trying to
keep on pushing through
sitting on the porch
puffin on a cigarette
smoked a lot of those ****
Still not feelin better yet
another nail in the coffin
tried to quit but failed
feel that need too often
so I'm smokin on the greenery
take a look around
I'm just soakin up the scenery
you'd think ya boy had leprosy
the way nobodys feelin me
whenever I get in my zone
I might indulge and **** some beats
might wake up a beast
you probaby don't want around
I'll use my alone time
to explore some diffrent sounds
turn the bass up super loud
beat bumps vibrations spill out
a small piece of bliss is found
cause I cant those hear voices now
they have gone away
that's not how it stays
my mind tends to stray
can be a dark place
just a little taste
craving then takes place
hunger turns to lust
when it's not your plate
redirecting energy
give me all of your hate
not like you're close anyway
no friendship at steak
let's see how much I can take
let's see what happens
whenever I finally break
let's see the look on your face
when it sinks in its too late
evil cannot be escaped
cynicism escalates
hope grows thin of seeing change
just end me
im sick of this place
once friendly
got jaded and that went away
real sick of pretending
everything's ok
you can run and hide but
no one escapes
from the evil
cant escape evil but you can combat it
to fight evil with evil would end tragic
sadly looks like it's now habit
it got real bad quick
I've just about had it
it's making me sick
they love to lie to the people
they keep em mentally feeble
no one is safe from the evil
no one is safe from the evil
they brought back hate like a sequel
gets under the skin like a needle
shelter those lost with a steeple
lost hope is a tough retrieval
the good gotta fight back
by showing the lost the right path
no matter the cost and we might last
I turn and I toss at night hoping for that
hope this feeling will soon pass
But know only action will pave paths
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
You steal away my smile
Replacing with hurt
My mind consumed with ease
Making me think I'm dirt
I'm tired of the pain
Future dark
Bleak
Display doesn't seem like home
Gets me not wanting to speak
I try yes I attempt to move on
Right the flaws inside
Always reminded of the past
I can't run or hide
You are doing just great
Dandy
Look up with determined grit
Here below the surface
Admit defeat and quit
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 10:06 AM UTC
Ducks wrestle doubly
Wet from rain and river flow;
As above…qua-a-ack…so below.
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 4:15 AM UTC
The air is cold.
But I don't notice.
Because as I walk across the frozen lake,
I know I can't afford
to make a mistake.
The longer I look
At the fish that swim below,
A feeling grows inside me.
It's not fear.
But fascination.
We always say we wish
Time would slow.
And walking on water
Makes me realize it does.
We just don't notice.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 9:53 AM UTC
I sit at the edge of the world,
as water falls from the ocean
into the abyss that is the sky
and floats past the stars.
Where I cling to handfuls of dirt
and grass, and the rocks that cling too,
so I do not fly up
and drown in the universe above
and below me.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
When you grow like a tree over property lines
And are drawn into a yard unwanting and free
It’s not the sharpest saw which cuts the deepest ties
But the quiet in moving away from beneath
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
The hate you keep inside won’t help you float.
But you cling to it, so below you.
Push it under you, to get above the waves.
But eventually the swell will drag you to hell.
Cling to it so below you.
It’s weight will stretch your arms.
Drag you down.
Down into the undertow. Against progress.
So vile, repugnant and insipid. You rot.
Your fingernails leave scars on hate.
You cling to it so.
But shout opposed to such accusation.
Now low enough the crash of the waves blind you.
Squinting through their spray, you struggle.
Treading in denial as you try to pull your hate to breast.
I’d reach out to you, if your hate wouldn’t drag us down together.
And we’d be clinging to something so below you.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
The hate you keep inside won’t help you float.
But you cling to it, so below you.
Push it under you, to get above the waves.
But eventually the swell will drag you to hell.
Cling to it so below you.
It’s weight will stretch your arms.
Drag you down.
Down into the undertow. Against progress.
So vile, repugnant and insipid. You rot.
Your fingernails leave scars on hate.
You cling to it so.
But shout opposed to such accusation.
Now low enough the crash of the waves blind you.
Squinting through their spray, you struggle.
Treading in denial as you try to pull your hate to breast.
I’d reach out to you, if your hate wouldn’t drag us down together.
And we’d be clinging to something so below you.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:19 PM UTC
as above, so below
as good, so evil
as within, so without
is what they say,
contemplating on morals.
they say its the same,
but is it really.
as above, so below
as good, so evil
as within, so without
these aren't the same,
these are opposites.
above isn't the same as below,
good isn't the same as evil,
within isn't the same as without,
they are pure opposites,
and yes,
one could not exist without the other.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
greedy fingers
pulling
prodding
taking
throbbing
stolen flesh
beneath fingernails
wounds still fresh
missing entrails
I know you took it
bloodied hands and all
I'll take your limbs
you better learn to crawl
give back my heart.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:34 AM UTC
I bury my head below the tide to remind myself that I am alive
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
Poetry is a smooth stone slipping
Wavering back and forth in the water beneath
And the fall of all in a slow transcendent arc
Until it comes to rest
Finally
Like all poetry
At the end and beneath
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
Oh
My toe
Is filled
With woe
Because one
Sad solo
Sock and shoe
Overflows
With wet ice
And freezing snow
But I won't show
Or let anyone know
The cold I feel
Numbing me slow
I know
It will grow
But onwards
I go
So
I guess
My warmth
I owe
To this foe
I realized
Long ago
I can't or won't
Overcome
Overthrow
Or say no
To chilly air
That through me flows
Without fail
Stealing my glow
Although
I suppose
I'm used to it though
This evil villian
That stays down low
Underneath
My feet
Below
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 8:01 AM UTC
The restless souls
Dark and cold
Deep below ground
Secrets are found
Where memories sleep
The past shall reap
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
Did you know?
That those shimmering shining reflective lines
Are from the deepest puddles man has yet to know?
And yet we call them ghosts
Out of limelight fear
Not of London made
But no less below
For beneath every living thing there is this
A shadow
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
Red for the blood dripping from a vein
White for the sheets that cover the dead
Blue for the visible beyond that is the sky
For every drop of red silk that
Glitters in the sun
One is a step closer to freedom
From the blood that ties us
To its fiery core
For every pure cotton cloth that
Shadows over the deceased
One has risen halfway,
Breaking their ties
With the underground deep below
For every new light
Borne from the dreamy blue sky
One has earned their freedom
From their mundane, mortal body
No longer held down by hunger
No longer held by thirst
No longer needing shelter
No longer needing clothing
Freedom from Earth
Comes in shades of
Red, white, and blue
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Looking at an author
It’s in the cheekbones
Below the eyes
Beneath the subtle shades of truth
It lies
To hide the self
Hiding itself
Yet worlds
Worlds are presented as such
So as to think
That they reside inside
And sometimes they do
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
Beyond the throws of gravities
memories swinging.
Collecting views of
sorrowful glances.
Swinging, a hangman
regretful essences.
But never once feeling the noose
tighten, tears hang here.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
she was temporal;
she poured like a loon and
splashed on
warmer and blanketed white;
the folds crackled;
she disaffected—
that colour,
acquitted in your
smile,
that time,
quieted in your
softness,
that coldness, tacit
in your
hands).
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Death is never a rough sea
its an ocean of placid waves
enticing you deeper beyond you strength.
And when it falters,
it will kiss you with abundant waves
to comfort you in sullen breaths of eternity.
You will be silent underneath
the noise of above
only seeing the darkness swallowing you below..
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
I am god the devil born of strife
living this hell that we call life
a tormented servant a leader of man
an empty shell no salvation at hand
You reached out but I forgot to say hello
I died but you forgot to say goodbye
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
Having my head's in the clouds is what makes me happy.
I breath better and I feel as though I will live longer.
I feel free,
Which is something that I don't feel down here.
Down here is clogged up and broke.
The air isn’t breathable and everyone is fighting.
I want to live in the clouds and I know I can’t.
But I wish I could, it’s peaceful and that doesn’t happen down here.
In the clouds you can dream and you can hope
In the clouds you can believe.
You can be you and you won't be judged
In the clouds you will be free.
But I know that the air up there isn't breathable,
But I wish it was so then I will be free
of the hell from down below.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC