Poetry Blogs (personal)
Alone is only lonely
I guess I'm not the only
One living on his own
I'm guess I'm not at home
With anyone at all
I guess it's not my fault
I guess I'm just the only
Who's tired of being lonely!
Friday 26th June 2020 12:20 pm
why is it that
everyone says how
things will get better?
And at first you won't believe them.
but then as soon as
you get your hopes up
it all goes down.
And you cry, because you believed them.
again here comes the hole
that eats you whole
And then you say you won't believe anymore.
you are me.
and i am you.
we are both
Thursday 30th May 2019 9:28 pm
I am a weaver of words. Make no mistake I said words, not wisdom.
I am a coniessuer of simulies, and synonyms.
My shelves are lined with glass beakers and tubes containing syllables, but I am no alchemist.
Make no mistake, though, I am a poet.
I will reach for the sharpest edges of your mind, and whether I come home with lifelong scars or your lifelong adoration - I don't mind.
No, I don't be...
Friday 16th March 2018 1:54 am
All these new things,
Time passes through me like a breeze -
But the hours feel like eternity.
These cigarettes hurt me,
But I can still breathe -
My heart skipping beats -
Friday 22nd September 2017 9:19 pm
Aiming for nothing but net,
that is, a net worth of one billion George Washington
Dollar bills paying off these utility bills and moving up to Beverly Hills
Aiming to satisfy my lust and greed, but yet
I feel this birth curse called sin, weighing me down like a ton
a ton of bricks falling back to back on my back - dying of cheap thrills!
Aiming to turn this all around
forget the rhyme sch...
Friday 11th August 2017 6:17 pm
Beneath a dull, greying sky - I lay, and I watch -
You stand there on hard earth
With your outstretched arms,
Beckoning me close,
And within your eyes - resides a coldness,
And I dare say -
Belies a desperation, a vanity that encloses your heart.
Your face is a scarred mass of distrust,
And you're twisted and crippled
Yet, you've lived on -
In an endless parade of in...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 12:35 pm
To be kind
For those in need
I gave money off hand.
I turned cruel
When many took my giving
A for granted rule!
Saturday 14th March 2015 10:11 am
I came across a hole one day
I filled it with my soul
But too frail was my soul that day
And too deep to fill the hole
I left it there in that hole, that day
I gave it up for lost
But I'll come back to that hole one day
With much more soul to toss.
Sunday 9th November 2014 11:05 am