Category Poetry

Started writing lyrics and poetry when I was 15 because it was the only place I felt free to say whatever I wanted. Been doing it since then. No rules. Only words on a sea of white like blood on snow. This is me at my most real, raw, and unfiltered. Like a wounded animal crawling back to his wonderland cave. My poetry is a trace of blood for others to follow. Nowhere to hide except here and now.

MANIC JOY 

that manic joy kicking in you feel so alone and alive that nobody will ever know you because they will never understand what you’ve been through to get from there to here and all the way back again find a…

REASONS

you said you had your million reasons why you wanted to be with me as we walked in the winter wonderlands holding hands and dreams leave it all behind and just drive, we thought go to Norway and build our…

rest week

had to take a week off my usual routine but it’s been the most difficult thing not getting my usual kicks the adrenaline, the testosterone and the holy fire instead i’ve just stayed home no gym, no guitar, no people…

prison planet

the human skull is a prison planet where great wars of love are fought by angry lovers on the road from lust to forgiveness the ones that survive will have vague ideas of the gods on their side on this…

slaves

i am the original slave of space and time just when i think i am free i get pulled into wormholes wake up as a different person in a different year roam the galaxies forever lost in the multiverse i…

5 years

i need five years to figure this out know who i am what i want how to explain all this to people so they can get it too the way i play the way i talk the way i live…

god damn it

wish i could affort a new macbook pro because my late 2011 is too old for the logic pro x 90 day trial and i torrented some older versions but kept on crashing computer would just restart when i tried…

ALL i ASK

cant you just accept the world as it is let her be the way she was everyone on their journey from life to death trying to make the most of it who are you to say that it would be…

heartglass

honest art would be unbearable for anyone but the artist we always have to tone it down think of our precious audience even if its blood, guts and vomit it has to mean something or look beautiful to get it…

i’m such an asshole

i’m such an asshole with all my stupid standards get myself into all this mess with everyone i know always poking holes in people’s concepts as if i am some saint and i’m not even kidding man i try to…