Lost Children

Metaphorical car crash. Like an AutoTuned bash. A ball for one tone death soul. Like a Shoe double patched over the same hole. Double back, and watch your step Alice. Don’t get left behind, chained down by malice. Like hatred taking the righteous out this story. All the innocence we leave stuck in Purgatory. Children … Continue reading Lost Children

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Free Form

Emotionally arrogant, All fucks are spent, Though there was none to be given. Life’s for the living, But I feel zombified. On the inside. Out here I have a wide stride. I paint my life as a collage, Snippets of self sabotage. No mistakes are made in vain, Failures just the downward train. But my … Continue reading Free Form

Stranglehold

Victory... An established feat? Packed and secured. Or... Visceral and absurd. Fleeting and intangible? Or... Timely and manageable. An upward struggle fought, Is a cause that can’t be bought. So... Time well spent, And pure intent, Will bring you through. So never relent.

Quicksand

Caught... Distraught... A Single Thought... Why? Brain fried. Love denied. Stripped of pride. Awestruck. Cement Stuck. Out of luck. Stranded. Branded. Where have I landed? Fuck the plight, And this eternal night. I won’t go down, Without a fight.

The Dome

Some days I seem to be doing amazing, everything clicks and I feel like I might be able to escape the nightmarish landscape that is my mind. I usually get overly excited and try to embrace the world around me. I grab these moments and hold them tightly, because they never last. I eventually crash … Continue reading The Dome

Thunderstruck

Shaking. Fetal and cold. Alone. Story untold. Waiting. Hating. Debating. Noise without action. Can’t gain traction. Still life. Still strife. Frozen in place. No light, No fight or flight. Just this eternal night.

Fire

Tested. Bested. Hardly rested. Singed and burnt, The lessons learnt. A pause... Reflecting, Inspecting, Life neglecting. Focusing on the fire, Lead me to admire, My hearts desire. But... So much focus, Tends to cripple. Consequences ripple. I played life as a game, But sadly missed the flame.