Your blood, it doesn't run in my veins My face, it doesn't fit into your frame And I just don't belong in your name You and I lived lives unequal I was raised Alcoholics and needles All I've known Broken, like my homes broke, like my wallet broke, like my soul Never truly felt like… Continue reading Poem : The Blacksheep
Skin like a canvas of white Upon which, my heartbeat I'll write With the blood I bleed through our years of pain I'll take the tears that stream and use their colors to paint We're walking to the rhythm of a broken heartbeat Still we dance anyway Dancing in the rain until the floods wash… Continue reading Broken Heartbeat | Poem
Crack the glass watch hours pass knowing damn well they're not coming back Yet here I stand in quicksand watching a broken clock that has no hands I reach out but with broken arms Wearing scars like wrist charms “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes.… Continue reading Broken Arms | Poem
I'm a whisper in the wind a trickle in the sea Something that could've been a long forgotten dream I'm a blank name tag To you, another face For me, you're what I'll never have Something I'll never taste You pass by me everyday and never even glance my way In my head, a whirlwind… Continue reading Poem: Does She Know?
Days they change to months that'll never stay Like dandelions in the wind the past just blows away Scattered All the colors of yesterday today have faded to grey I remember that place called home on the front porch I used to play There used to be such a magic to my life Like holidays… Continue reading Poem: I used to be a little boy.
So sweet she was sweet we were before and after her sweet sweet murder To me she seemed to be a rare breed a gift I couldn’t keep A tune I couldn’t sing A mystery meant to remain in pieces She was a dream then the harsh smack of reality But she always Always made… Continue reading Poem: I Killed Her
April 25th 1994 Clouds split and Heavens roared The world received a gift as the full moon poured Something beautiful and wicked to be remembered forevermore Upon my birth the dirt of this Earth was forever cursed I came into this place about a week late Wherever I was they told me that I'd overstayed… Continue reading Poem: Born Dead
I hide in plain sight Pitch black empty eyes shielded "Bye" a smiling mask My disguise My fake laugh I'm not quite who I am It's where I go to act like I haven't cried and behind my back isn't a knife covered in fresh blood coz I'm a nice guy in your friendly neighborhood… Continue reading Poem: Hiding in Plain Sight
A promise as solid as the winter wind can get swept up just like dust You offered me all of my dreams like projections on a blank screen but when I went to touch the scene you let it fall with effortless ease to the ground to my feet "Cold sheets oh, where's my love?… Continue reading Where’s my Love?
I've always believed that it's the little things that make the big moments in life. In the last month and a half, that belief for me has only proved to be more true than ever. Almost 2 months ago, I quit my job to focus on art (my dreams) full-time. I then came home to… Continue reading The Little Things