jello
xmas sucks when you cant afford to buy presents because you still didnt prioritize making money and your friends and family still dont understand why you continue this stupid dream frustrated that you cant see reality even your poet friends…
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.
xmas sucks when you cant afford to buy presents because you still didnt prioritize making money and your friends and family still dont understand why you continue this stupid dream frustrated that you cant see reality even your poet friends…
Never trust a man who calls himself a poet He will break your heart Open you up in all the wrong places your folks will be annoyed and unimpressed your friends will be worried about you he will get inside…
Wrote note to myself last night before drifting off to a calm demonic slumber: EGOS BURN IN THE FIRES OF LOVE maybe end of year i will have one last binge for old times sake and then sail off to…
He goes by many names Rides the dark prairies And desert planes Insane and in love Or so they say But when the lights are down low And the sound begins to flow You will know Who I am.
i wanna be an amateur in everything i do take shitty photos in bad light sing pretentious songs with cracked voices and naive idealistic lyrics about dismantling social systems teenage heartbreak powerchords just another romantic poet punk roaming the streets at…
noodling the days away with all my released hostage friends who were once led astray if dogs could think man i need a drink sip on the golden oj straight from the machine i am vegan natty booze hound love…
greetings from the looney bin! how ya been old friend? things are going really well here met a bunch of lunatics they got me on a good dose of pills woohoo and boohoo hahahaa blablaaa what a fucking crazy world…
Guess i dont have the grifter gene almost got caught up in all that shit when i lived in London and was sick sick of being broke and having to play on the streets for money to pay rent Started…
spent half of my life chasing tail in the name of love now i just wanna stay at home working on my art and other stuff.
LOVE IS A DEMON WITHOUT PUPILS WALKS IN THE WOODS WHEN ANGELS CRY LOOKING FOR GOD COVERED IN BLOOD BLENDS RIGHT IN DRESSED IN BLACK PULLS HER DRESS UP BLACKJACK