Hid Intentions

Never have I ever wrote a word I don’t remember, sitting silent serving purpose in the spaces that they’re set I know because I inked them from the places that I thinked them which at times might seem erratic, but I never forget Forget the possibility that if not you it must be me, but … More Hid Intentions

Shooting Stars

So many things happen in life That cause us pain, anguish, or strife Things that make us question Him Be it loss, or love, or sin Moments pass when we’re astray Confused, consumed, cornered, at bay Yet if we can stay the course There exists an age old force Something that comes from within But … More Shooting Stars

Fitting In

Squares in squares, circles sit, triangles are full of it They all know just what they are; defined, described, a shooting star They all have a place to be A place that holds them, place that keeps Keeps the hardened world outside The high, the low, the any tide Normalcy is what they’re fed Waking … More Fitting In

Wildcard

I know you know I know the things that dwell inside your mind And even though that may be so there’s still much I want to find I don’t care if it’s up there and hasn’t seen the light of day Anything you say or sing it will always be okay I often wonder when … More Wildcard

We Are

Nobody wants to admit truth They dodge this old Confession Booth They say just what we want to hear Instead of what is true, and dear The fake facades they cast about Are nothing more than fear, and doubt “I wonder if they will judge me” “What will they say? I disagree” I do not … More We Are

I Love You, Dad

I love you, Dad I know it’s sad But time has passed and things are done I don’t hate you And this is true Because Mom said love everyone This life I’ll live I will forgive Forget the things that dragged me down I love you, Dad It is so sad I wish there was … More I Love You, Dad

The Book of Job

Never have I ever longed for cold and bleak December, no, that month is writhe with all my plight, it holds the worst things I remember There is but one day I yearn, it is on the twenty-third, ‘tis a day when children pray and do things that which they all learn But underneath that … More The Book of Job

Loss of the Loved

Hey there you, what a day The sun is out and children play Care for naught, and naught a care If only Life could pause and stay A gleeful sight Until midnight When all dark thoughts Turn on a light Making me remember That sad month before September All hope was lost, the greatest cost … More Loss of the Loved

After Life

What comes next I want to know My mind needs mending Madly so Fear is part of everything The why behind the why behind The good, the bad, the greatest deed Fear is there with its own kind Madness, Anger, Lust, Contempt They’re all part of its posse, see And if it isn’t held at … More After Life

Perspective

Perspective. It’s a well known concept, of course. After all, everyone’s heard the whole “forest from the trees” type thing. Yes, perspective. It really does matter. In fact, it matters a LOT, because without perspective, we’d all be trapped within our own tiny little boxes, just waiting to tell someone why we are right, and … More Perspective

Matthew 7:1

Can it be that I can read a little that’s too late? Did all my thought forget what’s taught and seek out things to satiate? This isn’t me, I say to thee, my name was never on that line I say my soul will never roll with anyone that’s on that sign Stars can talk, … More Matthew 7:1

Lost

Suns can set horizons high And yet we know, the time is nigh Drifting ever closer, near The things I’ve heard I can’t unhear There is always time and place You write things you want to erase Just to find the pencils broke What’s spoken always remains spoke If only it could go away If … More Lost

Subliminal

They all said I lied and lied But I am telling you, I tried Much has been buried within All these words and now you win What do you all win, you ask? Well let me tell you, here’s a flask You are going to need it When the fan spreads all the… As for … More Subliminal

Memories

Life is fickle, is it not? We’ve only got this one short shot Dead poets are remembered, the ones that live are broke Peddling their poetry like all the ones who hang and choke That’s why they created the Dead Poet Society They all know the things that hide and stay hidden from you and … More Memories

The Lonely Violin

The Lonely Violin I want so much to leave these things I want so much to still these strings I want, so much, a calm within Please slow your tempo, violin Your music brings the light of day I know this, love, it leads the way The songs you sing are beauty, yes Yet torment … More The Lonely Violin

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Speak a little louder ya’ll, it’s kinda hard to hear you now All these voices screaming, shouting, everybody’s crying foul “They don’t like me!” “They’re so hateful!” “This is how I want to live!” Let me dig a hole (or hill?) for all the fucks I want to give Look. No one really cares about … More 123