A Few

I hit rock bottom a few times Tried to cheer my soul with a few rhymes Walked with caution through a few mines Acted out of struggle on a few crimes Walked blindly past a few signs And ended up blowing my own mind

My Pockets

Sleep in ya pants just to keep your phone in ya pocket Piled like trash, the skeletons hiding in ya closet Long lies led to double lives Russian roulette to see who survives Explaining double showers on cold days Hoping little lies won’t go a thousand ways Praying she won’t open the door Uncover and... Continue Reading →

Sundays

I don’t know what it is about Sundays Im good all week or at least some days But then comes Sunday, and that heartless fire Got me calling you a liar Got me taking deep breathes trying to focus Unless I say a word you wouldn’t notice My everything is a mess Fighting demons -... Continue Reading →

Instability

I've given up several times before I reached a patch of emptiness like a complete bore I can't tell you how I feel bc im not in tune anymore I don't know what I want anymore When I was younger I had a clear idea of life as I got older I should have figured... Continue Reading →

Far away

All my life I wanted to run away To a land far far away One that probably doesn't even exist A land of pure bliss All I want to hear are the silent echos Of the wind blowing through fresh meadows Where I can sit alone A place I could for once call home

I Got Issues

Has it ever dawned on you that you might have daddy issues?  I've never had a healthy relationship with any man just fresh tissues Why do I do this to myself? I could ask it a thousand times But then I'd cover it with self inflicted lies. When a man talks down to me I'm... Continue Reading →

Time Flies By the Blind

I wrote this poem a few years back and every time I read it I'm in the same exact mental place as when I wrote it, it's crazy how powerful emotions are and how some feelings will forever resonate with you. Some things just never change. In the back room with a face full of... Continue Reading →

Blunt

Don't try to save me I'm barely alive My soul is weak, I just want to get high Life can get fucking rough So excuse me as I light my blunt

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