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.

RE MEM BER

I embody both jesus and satan, man and woman, love and fear, sun and moon, milk and honey. I am your son, your lover, your friend, your God, your dog, your daddy, your singer, your King of the underworlds and…

WRATH

HAHA FUCK THIS just when i think i have found some peace things keep coming up i make mistakes, dumb mistakes repeat mistakes i have made a million times overshare and overwhelm emails that are too long talk to friends…

The ropes

All of this Like waves Floating away Empty space Even shame Or hate   All of this The masquarade You run away Stuck in a maze Within a maze Amazed   All of this Waiting games Like spinning plates You…

distractions

its all a fucking distraction i wanna sit in an empty room without possessions or passports all this dust all this stuff i wanna give it all away donate it to ukraine or gaza or wherever the fuck there is…

apeshit

the importance of a good a chair is crucial for those who work on the computer for long hours and often on saturday nights and all day on holidays while the others are out playing in the sun and celebrating …

A Delicate Rain

got fired last night from the bad news department so joined the inner space race do you ever get the feeling ? that its all smoke an mirrors babe do you ever get the feeling ? that you arrived just…

When in Rome

wish I could always feel this way you find that sweet spot beauty and madness turns your problems into silly putty everything feels so clear and wide open all the theories they debate you are okay with having no answers…

Mack Truck Blues

i feel uglyand unprofessionalBut too proud to careProud of this manic floodlook around and seeBroken pieces comin togetherLike a jigsawUse to be, a Big shotThey

Beauty not bombs

We are all looking for the same thing essentially, ultimately, inevitably But we find it in different ways Perspectively, relatively, emotionally beauty not bombs Who we are Who we are becoming Who we are being its all part of the…

THE WORLD IS YOURS

a message to all  the birds of my feathers how we caught the tail ends of romance missed the window of looks, fire, fame, glory sabotaged the avenues saw demons in dollar signs lives flashed before our eyes who will…