I see you… I see your plight, Every day you fight … Continue reading I see you.
What does it all really mean when you show up in my dreams? I’m haunted by flashbacks and bittersweet memories. I could have… I should have… I wish we… All of that now is really just ice cream that’s hit the floor, highly unlikely to taste the same way it did before. Continue reading Life goes on.
One day it will all be worth something. The moments spent with despair in your eyes, your heart heavy, your soul tired. One day it will all mean something. The days spent with your head hung, the self doubt, the crippling fear. One day it will all make sense. The years spent feeling like you’re going nowhere fast yet always on the brink of a … Continue reading One day.
These Poems come at night They turn time into fluid These Poems are alive tonight They burn my heart like arrows of Cupid These Poems. These Poems claim they carry a message That turns feelings like waves by winds That burns ceilings of pain by thinking That they are power through the tongue of kings These Poems. These Poems are totems of hope When God … Continue reading These Poems
Its a different feeling when the pen is in hand. Literally watching these words take shape at the curve of my pen as I tattoo them on this page. The thoughts they carry seeping into your mind as I watch the ink dry. Oh what a high. Continue reading The Handwritten 2
You know what happens to a lion when he’s stressed, depressed or upset? It all manifests physically. His frailty brought out to the forefront for all to see. His roar is hollow, his mane in tatters and that will to live he once had in his eyes, scattered… Scattered across the plains of the kingdom he once ruled. A piece in every part where … Continue reading King.
Thoughts warped and twisted like cold steel that has just pursed is lips and kissed a wall at high velocity. Shattered and broken glass resembling a will and spirit that was once intact. Debris scattered loosely like my senses when it all happened. The cold night air sits heavy as the guilt on my shoulder. I just hope I’m forgiven when the morning comes over. Continue reading Kisses On The Wall.