The greatest writers, artists, and bards, we’re threads all cut from a cloth One and the same, we’ve all been through pain, to our craft we commit and betroth Just like our fathers who preceded and left, we all have a start; Chapter One Unknown and belittled, our bodies are none, but destined to be … More Fueled by Doubt
Every thought I think of, every theory I throw down is tight Never needing nothing now, no noose around my neck at night Put out paper pad and pen, place em and pull down the light That’s when it starts That’s when it begins I think about my life in parts and think about … More Alliterate
Picture this, a long hallway all lined with words There’s writing on walls Perched atop the banister are ravens, the blackest birds As you softly tiptoe through these dark, sadistic halls Picture this, an unmarked door confronts you You know not what’s within A frightening cry, it pierces through Compels you to come in Picture … More Picture This
My biggest fear isn’t what I thought it’d be It’s not the day of final rest, not the day I cease to be It’s that my time alive isn’t spent the way it needs to be That all I did was sit back and react to what’s been done to me That’s not the path … More Never Satisfied
Slowly open up the door, see the clock; its five fifteen Loosen up the shirt, look in the mirror; a familiar scene Now the long days over, let’s decide what all we’re gonna do Whole day spent at work just thinking ‘bout the things I’d do with you So much time is wasted at these … More Separate
The Nether Plane At times, we others seem to feel That things are different, things aren’t real Our jaded eyes begin to tire And sink into a darkened spire Ideas meander, as dream creates Strange beasts our mind imagine-ates Our thoughts are anchored, ball and chain And dragged into this nether plane Amidst the silence, … More Nether Plane
Hello my friend, please dim the light A tale I have for you tonight About a man, who long ago Was hanging up the mistletoe For ‘twas December, and time for he To decorate the Christmas tree This man; a husband, a father, too His family should come first, it’s true And yet ‘twas something, … More Priorities
The real inside you wants to out Because you know what you’re about It’s scratching, teething, ripping in Creating so much real tension The world is wasted, the time is ours To fix these fucking scrapes and scars These people all have gone to hell It’s time we step up, fix the shell Well do … More The Real You
This is a story, of that I’ll tell As I fill my black inkwell A pen and pad, it works I think Yet naught compares to quill, and ink To sit within this room of black And think of all the world shall lack The pain I feel, I think it so The same as … More My Black Inkwell
Why does he just stare at me As I’m driving, silently Watching oh so creepily Licking chops so hungrily Does he think of eating me? Does he want his bowl to be Filled with water, does he see How his gaze drives me crazy? I must breathe, I think I’m free Surely he is not … More No, B!
How the World Should Work 