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.
So I’ve been having some really in-depth and intense conversations about emotions lately. I know a lot of the poetry I write is chock filled with what I call “emotional vomit”. I just have these emotions and instead of letting them pass I like to let them inspire me. Their not always positive emotions, some … Continue reading Emotions
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
This poem is more like free running for my soul. The man depicted in the following piece is a scared, sad and self destructive boy. Someone who was headed for a quick exit off of the highway. This is me 15 years ago. Act One Acting tough, In a meek way. Flashing that broken smile. … Continue reading Portrait of an Addict
Positivity blinds me, It fuckin binds me. I strive, Not to thrive! To just survive. Tight rope walking, Fake shit talking. Welcome to my life, The age of strife. Bat shit crazy, With a hungry knife. I get paid I get laid, The chaos fades. But.. The demon might sleep, But my soul it will … Continue reading Fallen