Writings 2007-2025
Writings 2007-2025
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.
THOUGHTS OF A POTENTIAL SUICIDE VICTIM WHO JUST WANTED ATTENTION AND LOVE (aka SCREW YOU SOCIETY FOR CREATING ME AND FORCING ME TO CREATE AN IMPRESSION OF THAT SELF WHO REFUSES TO ESCAPE AND CHANGE ALTHOUGH HE KNOWS HE CAN)…
there's an invisible world where a thousand joys make up for a thousand sorrows the invisible world where we feel an endless agony the broke
I knew you once before but now we are becoming strangers again, as you begin to disappear you kissed me so suddenly yesterday on the stairs I stumbled down invisibly heart racing mad your brown eyes, skin so tanned such…
I knew you once before but now we are becoming strangers again, as you begin to disappear you kissed me so suddenly last saturday on the stairs I stumbled down invisibly heart racing mad your brown eyes, skin so tanned…
burn my clothes cut my hair no more pretending pretending to care change my style the way i talk change my scene learning the art of shutting the fuck up it makes no difference what we say or do we…
dear someone, dear anyone wrote this for you a tuneless tune sung with a voiceless croon to make you feel less alone to make me feel more known actually it’s me who feels alone and you are just my ledge…
rape me world with your truths and lies and i’ll scream you another lullaby lets ride this feeling like a bullet train fake our orgasms and I’ll be on my way now and then I get this urge like a…
it kills me inside to not know where you are to not know what you’re doing to not know what you’re thinking I could just call you and find out or knock on your door and tell you all this…
A poem for the new century. Give me decadence. drink more smoke more fuck more eat more move more play more love more contradict more create more confuse more dance more smile more fail more feel more be more dream…
it seems i’ve come to the same old place where I’ve been so many times again and again the loser’s palace where the king rules alone for everyone has left or gone home again I look at the grey sky…