Coffee Won’t Cure Me – a writing
But I drink it anyways. The more time goes on, the more bitter I get; the complete opposite of what I strive. I see the
Category: Journal
While I wait for the world to keep spinning
I want to drown in every word I’ve ever spoken and regurgitate anything that ever mattered. If I could retrace my steps, would I? To
Walking the tight rope 1
It’s Monday and as I have a lot of work to do on myself in life and much more, I can see a dimension where
Why do I fight so hard?
Against the tide of strong river currents, I fight with the will of God. Why? Aimless passion, love, strong heartedness; never backing down. I fight
my problem is I love to be brokenhearted
Because it seems as if I search for it in everything I create and come in contact with. I know now it’s not for poetry
When will it get old?
The more days that pass it’s me that ages. I stuff myself in holes of immaturity and self doubt, buying my way into the fancies
I’M BLOW TORCHING MY LIFE
AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of
Keep the streets empty for me
There’s nothing more prevailing than the silence. Biting of the lips until they bleed dripping on unknown territory. It doesn’t matter what you tell me
Rip my soul out my chest
Because it feels like I can’t breathe. Distract me from my mistakes because it’s getting hard to see; contemplating therapy. God has a chokehold on
Setting my life ablaze one day at a time
How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily.