Sliding upwards, Balanced slightly. Blinding light, Stagger nightly. Demonic fright, Unnerving screams. Shadowed by forever dreams. Unshakable pressure to preform Backed by an emotional storm. Empty feeling, The darkness appealing. Directionally challenged... Fate holds cards, it should not be dealing. CT as
Instantly grateful How so faithful? A love endures, A life that cures. The toxic mind Of a demonic find. Twisted and torn, A life reborn. Fuck fate, I have my soul mate.
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
Mindlessly wandering, Subconsciously pondering. A turn here and there, Fate moves through the air. Blind to the path, The science and math. Unbeknownst bliss, A life not to miss.
The wind whispers through the trees. Sprite like branches, playful leaves. Magic fostered by the land, In every rock, twig and grain of sand. An abundance of energy, Hard to catch; slippery. A steep price, yet free. But when you’re ready to receive. Relax, and Just Breathe.
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
Searching for answers. Can lead to countless questions. Best to let it go.
A single drop. A prism of reflection. Paints my very soul, On the fabric of life. The sky weeps for joy, Washing my pain away.
Walking with a grin, plastered on my face. Slowly stepping, through time and space. Reflections of a tattered soul, reveal broken parts, of a sum-less whole. A familiar stare, bears down on me. A twisted version, an absurd facsimile. Halfway inside, on a broken track. A disorted dopelganger, tries to drag me back. A soliloquy … Continue reading Hall of Mirrors
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.