Living is not certain
The devils hallows creek as the wind manhandles the trees.
The stench of October reeks intimidation amongst the other months.
Pumpkin patches stain orange to the dry dead earth this time of year.  
But we proceed along the as crow flies.
The witch in the forrest is dangerous,they say
Clearing 18 towns and draining blood from 97 head of sheep.
Her spells are claim to subdue any man she pleases.
But we proceed on against the blistering wind.
My 2 lasting companions come armed with only a knife, a bible, and a blessing from the pope himself.
the journey here killed my other 48 men.
Our bodies are drained of everything and our feet are rotted to the shoes we walk on.
But we proceed on past the drab pumpkins
We break camp for the night but don't make a fire. In fear we might wake the evil that lives in the forest.
Deprived of food and water we have no choice
but to proceed on in hatred vengeance.
The land we once farmed and lived is now dust and I blame the witches plague.
The best thing now is the bitter cold pumpkin that fills my groaning stomach.
We huddled for warmth that night and I silently came to a conclusion. I was dead before I woke.
Orange stained to the dry dead earth.

Like kids playing a game in the fresh cut summer grass at a park. Careless and full of excitement. We laugh and act as children. Our lives are linked 1450 miles away. A feeling of secureness in someone you've never touched. A life you've only seen through pixels on digital screens. There's not a chance I will ever meet my corazon but I don't care. Intriguing my mind and challenging my soul, one doesn't forget. The feelings you invoke with your innocent smile that alters my perception on life. You give me a different view point on a model man. Something about you makes me want to be glorious. I am emotionally invested.

I believe we are immortal in a way. When you speak of a soul what do you think of? Something that you have? An interdimentional thing? What if I could show you my soul? A soul is not linked or stuck within  It's an ever present glow that is contagious. Constantly showing in what you do. In the efforts you put fourth. Your soul is what you create. Art is a reflection of something inside of us that we may never understand, but it's beautiful.  How do you describe to me something only you can feel? You can't. You can only show me. Our souls mark this earth like cranberries on a white shirt. The stain may fade over time but its presence is always known. We paint our souls across a world that will only forget that we live forever.

I get excited about people. New people in my life that I find interesting. It's almost like a high. Spending time with someone and getting to know them. Its weird. I crave an emotional bond with another being. If that makes sense. A feeling of connection. Someone to decipher my thoughts. So I know I'm not the only insane one..

Talk to me about your inconsiderate thoughts of leaving everyone and everything behind.
Tell me about all the pain and hatred that lingers in your mind.
I want to know why you do the things you do
How you got there and why your favorite color is blue.
Explain to me you life from the start.
From your first memory to the time you fell apart.
Let's walk to the edge of the earth and skip rocks on the clouds.
I will never let you stumble or fall, I am your crutch this I've vowed.
I have a love that does not sleep.
It's all for you and yours to keep.
Keep my words close so you can always remember.
The sad cries of a poet locked in December.

Put time on my life

I am dying slow
I can't feel no more
Pain is all I know

Please update the feed

I am not a man
I can barely stand
Do you see my plan?

I hope you hear my screams

Begging stop your ****
The cryings over with
The pieces do not fit

Put time on my life

Searching for a purpose, just motivation.
To get past the thoughts that down my creation.
Understand that this world is mine,
I've got problems so can we just share some time?
To think about all of the good days
The ones where we were careless in a daze.
Running through life like we're in a maze
Lost and selfish these people don't see my inner ways.