In the land of the lost and broken
Stands a man, a token
Born brave, the chosen
Among the slaves that still remain Trapped in a false paradise to this day.
He tried to save them from
Their false dream...
A grey little rabbit deep in a hole
Burrowing in the dark
Prepared for hibernation
But Spring has just begun. He covers his ears but the birds sing
Thumping his foot in frustration
There’s no carrots ...
Keep breathing Wake up tomorrow in your blur.
Stay staring at the ceiling,
Charge, rewind, power down, plug back in. Keep blinking The tin man is in need of oil. Wait on signs to make up your mind,
It was 4 in the morning when i got a message from him reading that he wasn't coming home for the night. I often wondered why there were gaps in the way he touched me. As if he was saving it for somebo...
Hovering above the stars
Breathing through a tube
Riding on asteroids like a train car
As the celestial dust billows up and around me
Weightless, I float above it all
Sighting the place where I felt s...
What am I?
You fill me up at first, but then leave me empty in the end.
You only open me up when you want something, and ignore me when you don’t.
You help yourself to my contents, then close me back ...
Concubines complain can’t have the fifteen minutes of fame,
before you start comparing,
trying to shame the name.
The world is so big,
The world is so wide,
There is room for everyone;
choose to ride ...
The unbearable moment when destiny and you collide
It’s inevitable The tale of you becomes the truth of you and all the tantrums in the world cannot undo what has been ordained-
A slip of the wrist -
Pounding in my head, silent soliloquy
Wasting me away, everlasting entropy
Walking in a land of bountiful nothing
Searching in vain for a sliver of something
Something to make this all worthwhile
hair flapping high
my right arm escapes
with the swirling gale
when i was a child
my hand was a boat
the crests of waves
swooping low for food
I will not be ashamed of this,
Life's too hard to give this up.
When fate hands you mana,
You drink, you don't inspect the cup. I can't see how you think this wrong,
This thing, that gives me life. Bu...
I sold my soul to the Crossroad Demons Not all at once
Piece by Piece
Little bite sized chunks
Small enough to not notice at the time.
Just like in the stories
The demons lied
"Just one more time" the...
What is it... To be Me?
Is it to lose a loved one?
Or to know a broken heart?
Does it mean to feel
The crushing weight
Of sadness day to day?
Or feel the pain of love and loss
And slowly drift away?
I got this cage that Im trapped in//
No windows to see just a cell with I, and I with me//
concrete floors with no bed so I take a knee//
in this cracked mirror all I see is poor reflection of what's ...
I really don't know how I found myself here
But I am more worried about why I can't leave
As toxic as a German beer
Drunk while driving through this pain to Oak creek
I came here with so much hope
Life(socalled) was a thing of fragments v a p o r
and a dull, electric pulse just barely holding one piece to another,
and a slow, oozing de comp osit ion
such as a corpse has.
It is hard to let them in, My heart flickers.because it is just not convenient. My lungs expand. Appears conditional, My skin jumps.could be just my gut feeling. My brain grinds. Bearing burdens for o...