does anyone read my nonsense?
some nights end with a hard sleep others just won’t the mornings are optional to break ones rest continual suppression of fire even if the rain falls down
it's never enough
he took advantage of a princess whose eyes held diamonds and chest cored deep myself self-destructing hazardous self inflictions I keep taking in water with just one button to stop it all yet I choose to avoid it at all costs engulfing my insides with guilt like vices there is a star that fuels our daylight he seems to seek shelter at night saturating his happiness in...
there is a fine line between the gentlemen and myself I am struggling against a strengthening current avoiding obstacles is and always will be my niche my candor is illusion how can you expect a garden when all you know is drought excessively broken
sometimes I sit and wonder why the waves decide to stop or why I drink so often filling voids or fear of the unknown holster your weapon and brace for a long night let confusion and question take the wheel
my own misery
happiness is homemade
as I recall, from a grainy memory I drank a hurricane as literal as you can get I have the labels to prove it my disregard for the human condition is stemming off from my fingertips creating destruction from eye to eye she was a target misinformed, our road of punishment when it comes to pity consider me king her voice contained a resolve more afraid of my demons within than...
it’s all in the shape of the your mouth & the way your tongue shows valor in it’s placement of validity we all could take a lesson from our shadows beneath us silencing our demons as a matter of your own resources when my dreams and nightmares haven’t the slightest of differences beg for a release history becomes you a separation of a piece of mine with...
I have not been like myself lately, borrowing tomorrow as a source of stability hope comes naturally desire is lost I don’t want to live outside myself counting hours preventing the inevitable I would like the outside to live within me consuming me taking every word as often as they flow from sea to sea breathing in fire burning the pages at their ends scarring our...
fumbling from start to finish battling around the cause my unsettledness is obvious conjured up by two opposites old flames blowing each other out bitterness settling from toes to tongue a distaste as if you’re swallowing pennies no memory of such absences it’s funny how things work out
blood is indeed among the importance, in the thickness of water carried from eyes to face living as near and close as my heart allows her a familiar resemblance in the name of our kin brotherly, I can only oversee and interfere from only the sidelines I genuinely see her closer than anyone else a truth serum my prayer for a happiness from dusk to dawn to carry her through thick and...
acting out with capitilization
I am done using capitals with the exception of I because my phone and I share a continually selfishness these words will continue to elude you I will branch off moderately while collecting and piecing together our bones as if I know how to construct a skeleton I am no carpenter I am no saint I am not for you I am a here to create destruction
northern and central lines
in the shallows of this undertow hold me close drifting slowly adopting the water throughout my lungs engulf me in sadness I know what you’re capable of ignoring the after effects there’s a struggle through the night anchored by your heart resulting in an outcome of tossing and turning reaching for the truth my escape is unsatisfied as I pass through the train cars I react to...
do I bend at my knees? while my shadows persuade me gnawing at my bones compromising the surface with my lazy disposition I let voices chatter weighing down the objective my foot has fallen ill, the tingling of our slumber be damned by our choices and marred the results
I always think before I speak but I never think before I write. Words come out when necessary. The beauty of it all. From start to finish. There’s never a time I regret writing. I do however. Contemplate there impact. Slightly I hope the point finds you sullied. For I have crept between the sheets and truly demystified the ugly blatant truth of it all. I aspire to this.
there isn’t always an answer lies & honesty share the light of day and the silence of night convulsing our dreams I have lost all my previous thoughts, an absent minded failure blamed on bottle and lack of efforts pint in hand. take back a shot. out the back door. stumbler. allowing the whiskey to overcome. influencing the ebb and flow of ones mindset. every lyric brings me closer...
Anonymous asked: Do you have a girlfriend- you're damn cute
staring at oneself through wide open eyes
there seems to be some evenings when in certain solitude approaching it all comes naturally I’m loaded up with bad blood intentionally so continually left out guarded and mislead left to my own vices on tap and neat whilst perfecting my delivery and escape I am not much of a partner in crime but a fuel starter singling out the innocent & deprived my idea of...
allow the sleep to fall right gently taking control temporarily as night becomes day we shall share the time while our hearts beat slow breathing controlled warmth between our bodies entangled amid hesitation beyond us
wine is for winning
alter egos thriving through the paneled glass doors collecting our commonalities a town with an unusual silence the ground marched in fashion with us, in unison we all have a breaking point the forefront to our stories the starting point to all of our disgrace
broken never makes sense it’s useless the trajectory of malicious intent words continue to thrive in the back of my mind rarely catching my throats grasp I don’t know where they derive or reside in confidence, a source of accidental honesty & pure selfish satisfaction compared and contrasted on the light from day centralizing a connection this glass is laced with envy...
I am chosen my mission began, staring into your eyes time had me placed in a frozen state compelled by fate & destiny I shall continue in stride hand in hand with you benders alike I was given the experiences of our four temples I must learn control in return aiding the decisions weighed by head and heart I am the bridge spirits reign in our shadows to conjure up lightened...
when the wolves gather, trouble seems the standard parading around in such foolish times dancing a gentlemen’s sport matching the bass a heaviness like no other I have held no promises
it’s the blur of the drive when nothing seems to stick scenery and people just blending in a nothingness I am a witness to this the solitude of the morning a cadence of habit as of today, there is so much more that meets a glimpse of our eyes
more than truth
oh how the honestly kills it kills you not to speak and kills those who hear it what’s the price we pay? as silence breaks on your back potentially cracking this structure wouldn’t have lasted long anyways darling, we’re all the same when our blood starts thinning
“if these walls could talk; they’d beg for more” -Sal Marciano, 2013
the day started beeping me in that similar distaste left dry on my tongue the blur of the morning in my eyes and thoughts skipping my day job a personal day twenty four dollars down for a permit to learn two wheel driving becoming the wind I’ve considered the choices dialed on my wish list along with the selected poems of past and presence pour me another; slice of this life
the world is shrinking
Secrecy is a key. To her. I’m at fault to repair my tongue. Sustain a normality. With force. Repetition. Creating a purpose, at which, to fall in your arms. A fallacy. Some jealousy. no response she’s made to order in his regard forgetting my name regretting, my stance missing that energy with the flowers in her hair I stand to make this valuable
mysoulhasqueezedintonarrowspaces asked: Can it be youuuu and meee?
a trap like vices
at a bar two drinks at hand popcorn shared by each contemplating the epitome of life our views are skewed by pop culture culture of the word compressed by elder visions I’m attempting to become something with guilt in grammar for minds sake arguing my flesh the skin to my bindings nostalgia sets bearing this literature pirating beer to salvage my being semantics argued...
I am original through and through baby I am bad news we both know this a fifty-fifty split sending blame in haste outwardly you can agree to that I write in blood with bones my breathes to keep one foot close to a grave filled end I know what’s wrong my word escape me my woes precede me blank actions my silent words don’t rock the boat our dark deep seas, make for a shallows...
cocoarichieo asked: You know man. The poetry you write is pretty damn brilliant! You are inspiring me to write!
I, the antagonist, to my verses comparing scars our battle wounds the walls are critiquing this very structure a paralleled volley of confusion in a reputable fashion I walk a thin line of breaking down, breaking away, complacent in a wolf-like fury, my stomach has no end… more knots than nerves I’m tailing off my cadence of write and wrong my gears are slowly...
comprised of lines some heavy some light single handedly creating a monster despair and reaction my minds muscle memory finds comfort in a page still my stomach turns
a planned escape from front to back led to go astray a far cry off from spring and summer conjured up; by the faint of heart cheek to cheek my submissive grin when the time has come, you’ll see no plight the sun may set in your own backyard but don’t forget it started in mine
a slumber where I rest my head at night a reality caught in the middle of this crassness a myriad of lies from which these words flow from in a regal sense, I dethrone myself
ten dollars on battling dressed to the nines gathered for the decades we share our borrowed time light and guided fixtures hung from married walls; accompanied with soft spoken records as complacent as a pleasantry booze, will always, be held in the highest regard a center point for the guests drink to an excess a success whiskeys gentle embrace bears warmth to a cold mistake a...
It stayed when you left and now I am haunted by the taste of your lips.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
our in hours
I am so used to this distance a stranger to the name deluded to the facts our interim of empty feeling familiar sensory input misguided trust It’s at a constant of yes and no once upon a time tune in and out breaking focus with longing as forgoing my reaction to the words are as valiant as my intent to speak them
it’s that million mile stare porcelain white surrounding a flourish of color desolate pupils intertwined to get locked into a stare when silence speaks in volumes our lips plea, begging to part he’ll have a simple exterior she can drown oceans in sorrow may I lay? shall I lie? we all sleep better with our secrets
the sun and moon all seen at once as the mirror fades from his bashful interest beguile me, oh stranger never less, never more her disdain for lack of better words