Poetry Blogs (2017, Suicide)
Why can't you just look and see me?
I know you can.
You just don't stop.
You don't consider looking at cracks.
The old school walls are a burgundy color that no one finds interesting.
Maybe once in awhile.
For a brief second.
She was new in school, I think.
Never saw her before until sophmore year.
Thursday 19th October 2017 4:16 am
An Idola, who deserves the persecution that comes with
the eyes of a hungry audience.
The Lion greedily roars, depraved in hunger and gifted with I, the sacrafice.
Big Top mentality, the bigger the crowd the thirstier for bile, that drips into the cotton candy machine.
I have crossed my eyes with x's, until I could be accused of a clown's facade.
Friday 28th July 2017 3:01 am
things are getting bad again. things have been bad for awhile.
maybe im thinking too much, i mean, i havent slept in 24 hours
maybe it's just that video i watched on black holes getting to me
the thought that one day everything i know will just be sucked into one singularity and basically cease to exist
it's not really comforting...
things have been bad for awhile.
it's not so mu...
Monday 26th June 2017 1:26 pm
Death brings us closer #25
The only connection I truly had with this young man was the darkness that beholds us both,
He could speak with such talent and such words, you would think it was a bible oath,
This young, charming and daring man was a fighter,
However, all fights but come to an end,
In his case, it was the end, however, I will remember this, and I will defend,
Friday 28th April 2017 3:43 pm
Note: there is some strong language in this. it's not too bad. it's not too excessive, either. one word in here twice, i think. and if you're wondering, yes, the colors mean something. and yes, im genuinely asking a question to you, the reader. and to the person this is about. but i pray he never reads or finds this. anyway, enjoy.
Am I selfish for wanting another hug?
I handed you the...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 4:54 pm
It's just another typical night out with the lads
the beers are flowing
and shots are being downed
while shamelessly flirting with a hen party
enjoying a night on the town.
See that fella over there?
Aye that's the one
life and soul of the party
filling the air with banter and bravado
a proper man's man
tough as old boots he is.
Captain of his local rugby team
he's got hands like shov...
Friday 24th March 2017 10:42 am
Witheringly he hung
like unpicked fruit
life strung him up
not far from his root
blooming they grew
for the fortunate few
That this was his end
beneath the bent tree
and I his one friend
tell me how can that be
He with such hope
that never found flight
who danced on a rope
and extinguished a ...
Tuesday 14th March 2017 10:59 pm
For the first girl I really loved ... long gone ...
playing the fool
in the actor's
Among the packed
stalls of eternity,
than the aeons
Tuesday 7th March 2017 11:33 am