I will come back from the dead and take what I am owed. I will live free, stay young and leave a beautiful corpse for this world see. I've been lying almost as fast as I've been dying. Wrapping things up in the barren field in which I grow my fucks. I've got a whiskey and air; still haven't found my purpose here. I haven't stopped trying though. I' ( Read more... )

I bled for you in the trenches. I bled for you in the streets. I bled for you on the mountains. I bled for you on that bloody beach. I've bled for you in front of the mirror. I've bled for you in the sheets. I've bled for home and country, why won't my country bleed a little for me? I can only recognize the disparate faces on the street. I can only ( Read more... )

Can't you see I'm rebelling for the sake of rebelling. I'm not bought in to any sort of self-righteous swelling. I have fallen like the tree I'm felling (or more like my career). I try to work, but I'm not cleared to. Not medically or in my mind. Not even partially; I'm on my grind. That time when my eyes are open, but the only thing I see are ( Read more... )

Pain is inexhaustible; it's people that get exhausted. Lost in it a swirl of chemicals masquerading as emotions. A Trojan horse of what is well spoken, but hardly ever heard. Always on sleeves, but never given time to address it when in need. Caught in a balancing act between a unabashed lover and a solemn emotionless soldier. I can see the ( Read more... )

I could feel it this time. I could feel myself slipping. I was reaching out, but hands, roots, and ropes my hands were missing. Grasping at straws as I couldn't get my hands gripping anything real. I could feel myself slipping back down. Grasping at air fully aware of what was going to come next. I saw the phases set out in front of me. I saw the ( Read more... )

Can't lie around waiting for this to get better. Every fucking day I pick up a pen and write another letter. Another word and it will be even that more absurd. For people who don't know how deeply they cut when they are running with knives, only caring about themselves, and don't give a fuck. It's bad luck to piss on karma. Be an ear to tell things ( Read more... )

When the lights go out, that's when we dance; we sway; all day and the night. Hopefully, this time round we will get the rhythm right. We come off for the jump off. Adrenaline rush keeps us going just fast enough just to know that we're ok but slow down just a little bit and know that we're just fucked up. I can pretend everything is ok, but what ( Read more... )

Behind the beautiful forevers I drink deeply in to the heart of never. I muse and admire the afflicted. Word play has got me thinking that I am clever. Minstrel, magistrate, mayor I keep congregation with all the lowest of angels and probably some velvet devils. Can't forget the saints, but the sinners always bring the party. I get enough of the ( Read more... )

Newness like heat rising off a body. Breeds news best like words fresh off the copy. Sprint too much just to slow down. Got too much up in the air just to go down. Looks like locks live on in livers with Lilliputian divers to love. Can't get higher that the higher powers that are above; Believe me, I've tried. I've bled. I've scratched. I've lied. ( Read more... )

I am the architect of my own temple of suffering. Drove the stake too deeply to be able to pull this one out. Superficially everything looks in order, but get a little closer and stare into the eyes that drink to deeply and are never sober. I don't like how seriously they take themselves. I've always been loose I can't be no one else. This ( Read more... )