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.

letting go

beauty can be more than just a memory memories of long lost moments let them go, let yourself go go where you let things go I wish you were here to stay quiet with me I wish you were here…

nov 7

had a wild show last night. my first in over a year. it was fun. one of my best. had a setlist planned but decided to trash it just before going on. played only sacrifice from the new album live…

forever changing

we are all floating in space running away from things that are also running away from us like anger, like hate like love we are forever changing going nowhere  going everywhere our thoughts flow in circles but we try to…

New lyric

if you wanna save the worldstart with yourselfif you wanna fall in lovelove yourselfif you wanna be happybe happy now

dance the night away

danced the night away through all my suffering and pain danced until the morning came fell down and felt good danced through the day made crappy things funny danced until the sun came down and sleep stole my heart danced…

october 16, 2010. 9:42pm

will be interesting to see where this night takes me got no barriers, no limits, no expectations no responsibilities no reasons, no worries, no drama, no dalai lama, haha just me and you and them and us and everybody else…

october 16, 2010. 10:12am

listening to nebraska for the third time it’s barely morning but the race is on the race of thoughts, the race that can only be lost the fuel goes down and the eyes open it’s warm inside, pretty sure i’m…

The Room by Conrad Aiken

Through that window—all else being extinct Except itself and me—I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room It turned and turned, dived downward. Then I saw How order might—if chaos wished—become: And saw the darkness crush upon…

autumn mist

we’re all using each other one way or another we’re all selfish one way or another we’re all meaningless one way or another we’re all killers one way or another we’re all afraid one way or another we’re all lost…

story of my life

I never really learned how to be lonely so now I’m paying the price all this time for myself is one of those things that I will miss when it’s gone the story of my life it’s been a long…