HAHA FUCK YEAH
sunday evening at home making oven veggies getting darker and colder out there feel this emptiness eating away at me again watching a show i dont even like need to take this day off from music fingers need to rest…
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.
sunday evening at home making oven veggies getting darker and colder out there feel this emptiness eating away at me again watching a show i dont even like need to take this day off from music fingers need to rest…
I write a lot of poetry most of it is awful Compulsive need to keep at it Writing often feels like I am vomiting my guts out Purging demons,
faked insanity to not have to work could stay home all day work on my songs read books write poetry understand the world prepare for the future save all you fat fucks from the jaws of hell
i got issues when i realized i have puncher’s chance at fame i decided to give all my stuff away only kept my guitar and some old narratives that keep me locked and loaded just gotta survive this day and…
i got through the day and for me that is like winning a gold medal every day is survival when you are dealing with my twisted suicidal mind fucking hell what a life but i’m good now safe and sound…
I fell of the cliff but then returned as a lobster ruled the world for awhile then got bored and took a hike passed the point of no return They said never come back but what the hell I dont…
Doing things the wrong way is highly under-valued Takes courage to walk the plank smiling proud You suddenly wake up in a foreign city There are lemons and tulips It’s okay, everything is free When we learn to live Like…
I only feel good when i am high everything else feels like a waste of time shoot your shot in the shit show play to win and when you lose be happy that you have even less because less is…
Because I can. There has been a general malaise in my way of being recently Almost like an invisible splinter in an invisible place Perhaps a relic from the spirit realms Not that I know if any of that is…
there are games we play that cannot be won there are also games we play in the name of fun but then there are games infinite games these games make life worth living.