I am a virus, an infection, a disease. You say you hate me, you don’t know what hate means. I loathe myself, my core and being. An inclination towards destruction, to tear apart everything beautiful at the seams.
i hate writing these shitty, garbage fucking poems. wish i never met you, i would carve a hole in my skull cut out my mind and go simple. but it's deeper than that it wouldn't help me forget. you are a plague on my existence, my skin crawls when you are mentioned. through no fault … Continue reading I don’t.
A Man is not supposed to cry, but I just cried until I lost my vision. A Man should be able to control his anger, but I hit the wall until I lost feeling in my fingers. A Man would stop drinking when he's had enough, but I just poured another and my glass is … Continue reading A Man.
i exist in a haze of grey, yet still i seek a brighter day, i won't stay lost in this sea of shade, i'm moving towards a brighter day, i caught a glimpse of a greener pasture, down the road but it exists, that's all that matters, even if i have to wait forever, to … Continue reading Meadow.
I saw you and I, on a wrap around porch, in the summertime, 40 years down the line, rocking back and forth in our chairs, wrinkly hands intertwined, laughing about the same old, your olive skin shaded darker by the years, your hair not as long as it was, but your brown eyes, they stayed … Continue reading Same Old.
enough time has passed, where the pain is no longer a constant. it hits now, like a wave strikes the beachfront at high tide. and in that moment when it comes it envelopes everything. washing away all the good that currently exists. then it passes. i spend the days where your memory overtakes me, reminiscing … Continue reading Enough.
There seems to be a disconnect between my mind and my reality, Where I exist in two seperate places and both maintain a certain fragility, So easily am I tossed between two different plains of existence, Yet I continue onward with an irrational sense of confident insistence, Stuck in this pattern of self destruction and … Continue reading Insanity.
As of late I've found that I am attracted to the chaos that accompanies tragedy and uncertainty, moreso than the stability that follows order. I can no longer enjoy the mundane or monotonus slog of the every day. No longer seek the ordinary, or the feeling of just ok, no. Not any longer. I need … Continue reading The Fire.
The sun rises and the sun sets, days blend together, the distance between us grows greater but I still can't forget, what it felt like to hold you in my arms, it was a drug unlike any other, one dose could stave off the hurt, i'm still coming down from you, withdrawal has left me … Continue reading Withdrawal.
Been up for a couple days straight now, sleep doesn't come easy anymore, and when it comes it's not good, memories and dreams become one, reality doesn't seem very real, the warm body in my bed doesn't cure the loneliness, the pills don't stop the noises, but the drink, the drink is still a friend, … Continue reading Sleep.