Someday never comes 

Busted pieces Faulty parts Dead eyes Cold hearts There's no use in trying To save what's sunk There's no use in holding On to what's junk The city of stars Is under a starless sky The city of sunshine Is where light comes to die It's a fraud It's a fake It's the kind of … Continue reading Someday never comes 

A fight I can’t win 

I used to try  But now I see  That it ain't me  That's the problem   And you can believe  Whatever you make up in your head  But I see  What's actually reality  And you just don't.  Everything you do is like toxic glue  It's easy to stick to you  I thought you loved me … Continue reading A fight I can’t win 

Amateurs (don’t take things or this so seriously)

thirteen ways to kill your lover a hundred and one ways to die

there’s no other way

there's no other way and no other day to say goodbye all the things i would, would not and could never say but now i need to go away i really did try day after day just to get by some things are for letting go some things we must learn to let die

Not your ex

Treat me like I am But I'm not. Treat me like I am I don't care. And I won't So I.dont And you Can Do whatever you like Say whatever you will. Fill whatever you fill Love somebody else And I will do the same. You don't want to play this game But you do … Continue reading Not your ex

i used to write (i’m writing now)

finding the way through fears. finding myself and the freedom that comes from knowing thy self.

the ghost of my friends

This is not a prison. This is a trap. I am the bait. ___________________________________________________________ Having balls is a good thing having raw passion is a good thing and a rare thing. To have both passion AND balls is what makes someone great. I miss the great ones I miss the lovers and the dreamers/creators I … Continue reading the ghost of my friends

Listen, quiet, still

there is emptiness crossings on corners she is draining down her eyes on green wave truths scratched from the dirt his false shadow, painted skin listen, quiet, still blood becomes a time bomb she is stardust she is earth old and broken down ghosts of factories the folding skeletons of past on fire transportation for … Continue reading Listen, quiet, still