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.

hope

the world’s getting warmer people getting colder I hope it ain’t so I hope it ain’t so we have to jump off the deep end to get to the bottom I hope it ain’t so I hope it ain’t so…

now

everything that happened, had to happen for everything that is going to happen. and it is happening now it is happening all around it is drifting by with the clouds it is blaring in your ears alarms going off, traffic…

About to be done

Sometimes I kind of feel How I’m just about to be done Sometimes I kind of feel That I just want to take off and run Run for a cause “just for me” For a story of an untold deed…

recluse

one of those days mind unravelling taste of prison bars on tongue the inner prison the life sentence rust, gold, metal, whatever, wherever who, where, how, why, when, what left, stayed, got stuck stuck in a field without a horizon…

autumn

clock is ticking. piano is being played downstairs. a waltz. sister is practicing. chopping of vegetables in kitchen. faucets turned on mother is cooking. sun is shining, trying to break in through the windows. autumn is the season when i…

september 28, 2010. 4:58pm

well i’m getting into one of my creative moods again. usually this brings lots of new material but it usually also means that i look at the world, and don’t like what i see. so i try to change what…

cave

like burning snow stuck under the skin it shivers through me into the sea within i grasp and splash this moment’s rash i run away into a night that is trapped and wounded forgiving, forgotten, fortaking for no one, for…

moneyburner

It’s all about money. Money this, money that. You can’t do it if you don’t have money. We were raised on money. Some of us become rich. We all die broke and lonely. It’s not who you know. It’s not…

sinner

i wanna be a criminal i wanna be a bad cop i wanna be a porn star i wanna be an ex-con i wanna murder someone i love i wanna get in bed with the enemy i wanna vanish for…

another genius

gotta get out of this alcoholic town the cheating wives it’s getting me down hungover, hung under, hung around the party was over a long time ago but everyone’s still going going nowhere gotta get out of this shit-hole need…