An assault rifle loaded with words holds the potential for murder Lines and rhymes like live rounds fire at life without a single sound With a single sentence one can teach love or place a period and simply end it Just one stanza can compel an army like a puppeteer and forces otherworldly With the… Continue reading Poem: Words like Weapons
I'm a hopeless romantic who hasn't yet learned how to love I'm a memory hoarder buried alive beneath all the memories I can't let go of I'm an artist drowning in the colors of his own painting I'm an addict and I can't stop from overdosing on love I'm a pen with no ink A… Continue reading Poem: What I Am.
him. Journal entry 2: Dear Diary, For the first time in three years, my day has been struck by change. Every morning, I’m awoken by my alarm at 6:45 am. I then shower, brush my teeth, and eat a bowl of whole grain cereal while watching The Today Show before sitting down to write. This… Continue reading Entries of the Heart Pt 2
Floating through this life broken Like a lifeless body drifting through a vast ocean Unable to find a way out a shore, or a lighthouse Beneath the surface in these waters of murk I know are monsters I know they lurk But as I go to scream my lungs are filled and I cannot breathe… Continue reading Poem: Destined to Drown
Journal Entry 1: Dear Diary...
Hello peoples, Ya boy has been nominated for his second Sunshine Blogger Award, and couldn't be happier. It's nice knowing that, though you write dark, some readers are able to see through to the underlying light and meanings of your posts. I've been nominated by my oh so lovely friend, Jessica, AKA Lady Lazarus. As I've… Continue reading Sunshine Blogger Award! 🙂
Blogging. Oh, sweet, beautiful blogging. There are so many truly skilled, talented, dedicated bloggers out there--and I have an appreciation for them that's greater than any other. That's because bloggers don't have to do it. If you think about it, blogging is literally like giving yourself a homework assignment several times a week. You think… Continue reading Blogger Shoutout + Guest Posts
Dear oh dear happy little pill You're all I need to make me feel You're all I need to help these wounds heal But what a short-lived fantasy As I'm bleeding still Like a seed I plant you deep inside of me Take my world of black and white Let buckets of blue and… Continue reading Poem: Happy Little Pill
"Those three words You were my first I can't help thinking Maybe you were my blue moon Maybe I let go too soon Running from what could be So terrified of happy Maybe you were my blue moon" Thinking About You. A fire in my skull Memories turned to ash blown away by a cold… Continue reading Poem: You were my Blue Moon
A trigger finger on a pen blowing out my brains again A blank canvas washed in strokes of red paints a picture of all the madness in my head A trigger finger against her skin can kill her with just one touch And all her tales the pictures to come will all be tainted by… Continue reading Poem: Trigger Finger