Fumigate the doubts that encircle your decisions!
Have faith and trust in your own ambitions.
Listen, listen to the rhythm of your heart
Or mine. That is all that matters.
Unfold the unit of sacrifice.
For now, an unsealed bond will suffice.
My thoughts grow narrow
And narrower still, as I am plagued by my own insecurities.
You are my first thought at brink of day
And my last as night closes in. Dare I say,
You stalk my dreams and infiltrate my concentration.
You are the only worthy topic of conversation.
I grow madder still, as do my companions.
But at this moment, you are all that matters.
the kiss of karma
In writing this I wish you well,
Though, I send the kiss of karma.
My love is a fortune, though I will never sell.
My secrets are a haven, though I will never tell.
Flinching at the smallest of sounds; music in my ears.
The call of lovers escapes me, and I no longer hear.
Covering hearts with dust with blankets that have been worn,
holding together bonds of trust that have once been torn.
Sitting lonely on a table that once had held friends,
holding back tears of discouragement for the happiness of others
for no end.
The close proximity of of our happiness has come to todays end, regardless of forgiveness,
or regularity trends.
the fluency of his language
and the tolerance of his mind
created a spiral image
of devoted trusting lies
You’re the stone in my shoe
And the hair in my eye.
You’re the devil’s own hands
Caressing my sides.
Your touch is apathetic
And your vision sees hate.
You drive me fucking crazy
But I regret it’s too late.
fuck i am high
this weed is so beautiful
dont know how to rhyme
When I am this high
POETRY (Y)
You faked your own death with the fake knife in hand,
You backed off the stage as though it was quick-sand.
You smiled wistfully, turned and fled,
While I lay on the carpet, watching you as I bled.
And blue eyes will cry,
But roses will wilt.
Shameless eyes hide,
Yet sorrows won’t tilt.
And I’ll stand in the moonlight,
until morning come,
So dark night will pass,
And nightmares shall dance.
The darkest hour
The bottle shaking in my hand,
It’s a wonder I can barely stand.
Pain relievers drown my lips,
Broken thoughts and silent trips.
Tears like acid stain my cheeks,
Breath quickens and I can’t sleep.
A demon runs along my bones,
These fucking bones that I can’t throw.
To leave or go, there is no hope.
To die or live, a thought that won’t sit still.
A war-like pose lies in comatose,
A comatose I’d love to withhold.
I slept as I wept-
In the depths of the crypts,
In nightmares of mists,
I found ignorance in bliss.
