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.

SEP 11, 2011

another one of those days where all I see is the grey I am overcome with anger overwhelmed with hate I just don’t buy into this modern fairy tale where life is divorced from other life maybe it’s the right…

USED & ABUSED

FEELS LIKE EVERYWHERE I LOOK, EVERYWHERE I GO IT’S BEEN USED & ABUSED ALL THE GIRLS I SLEPT WITH, AND THE FRIENDS I LOST NOW THEY’RE USED & ABUSED AS I SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE I SWIM IN A SEA OF…

ballz

don’t talk about your past, the past does not exist be dangerous, it’s cool no compliments, EVER! always get the girl alone wherever you are the place is lame! relate to her lie, lie and lie some more never be…

spotlight

i wanna be a millionaire i wanna drink myself to an oblivion i wanna play the dirty games of love i wanna capture it all and give it back give it back to you in melodies and sweet words and…

abyss

there comes a time when we must kill the killer and kill the apologizer and kill the reactor and kill the killing words are funny little creatures they can mean so much yet mean very little depends how close we…

freely

see you in the battlefields of beauty, of love fighting the war, fighting ourselves inside those cold, cold hearts swinging on the playgrounds where we once grew up in laughter, in light we climb we finally see the shore as…

the eye

got a bunch of theories that i don’t understand they’re stuck in the head of this confused man these city noises are driving me insane but when i shut my window feel like i’m gonna suffocate somedays i feel like…

dilemma

when i feel good i wanna be alone when i am suffering my loneliness is hell then i walk outside like i just got out of jail taking in the oxygen as if it was made for me sucking in…

the world never ended

how many animals are there now? lonely and sad trapped and helpless afraid and unloved not even able to move left alone in the dark nobody to be lonely with nobody to touch nobody to cry to nowhere to go…