Last to be picked

Again and again

For reasons unsure

It was so back then

It always hit hard

That saddened feeling

The feeling of gone

Confirming you’re a pawn

What always hurt

No matter everything but,

When they forgot your name

Like you were a speck of dirt

Others with this pain

Who still remain

I’m sorry for it all

And may kindness befall...

This desolate road

So dusty and cold

But so still and alone

It’s truly unknown

He walks alongside

That desolate road

What he will find

Will be bestowed

What may he find

On this desolate road

Maybe his lucky dime,

Or his lost mind

Maybe peace and quiet

Is what he seeks,

Or a place to rest

He **is **tired and weak

No matter what he finds

On this desolate road

He’ll see where it leads to

And so s...

A cinnamon roll

Definitely a cinnamon roll...

There is nothing left on this lonely road, filled with despair and torment.

Black mist above our heads as we traverse aimlessly for safety. The few that have found it are hiding out here.

The city of elevated rooms, rising above the ground. Inside are people, people hurt, people sick, people hungry, people sad. The rooms are hazardous, the winds howls outside and along the metal wall. It’s cram...

Too much screeching

Relations to no cause

They just keep crowding

They jump with applause

No recognition

Though do I deserve it

Numbers show determination

Though numbers are not fit

I feel empty deep down

I could just be starved

Maybe not, says I, the clown

Crowned as jokester, elderly carved

I feel tired, take me home

I suggest to sleep earlier

I need to speak, but I’m alone

Oh I’m such a worr...

Mustn’t we know what they bring upon us

We slaved for supposed wealth

When we yell, they wonder of the fuss

When we yell, we yell for help

We are tired of the purgatory

Too much work, too little fed

For we starve and left for dead

No one is expurgatory

We are still so young

Yet became aged

Some smoke their lungs

Some savor their days

Some work to support

Some ruthlessly drink

We’re shaken to ou...

Sitting back, taken back

I can learn, learn, learn

I’m still not a winner

For friends, I have yet I lack

No talks last a second

A second when I’m leading

I mess up, the demons are feeding

I’m nervous of faults, I reckon

“I’m not confident enough for this”

I write in the corner

Not confident enough for life

I must learn to be laid-backed

Yet it is just so hard

So hard when I write in the corner...

I hide in my room, resting in the bed

I’m hungered, I need to be fed

I’m thirsty, I need a drink

I’m depressed, I need to leave

Wasting away in this dim room

A breeze slugs in, imitating this gloom

I looked to my side, as the wind blows

Through that window that won’t close

Marching to the window

My feet dragging, my head low

I shove it down, to give it a shot

As I look down at the parking lot

I...

Jake parked his car in the lot and made his way to the door. The restaurant wasn’t the most popular place in town, but they were still open, everyday of the week. The neon sign atop the entrance door was turned on and lit up just about the whole of the restaurant’s perimeter. There was a bench in front of the restaurant, it was dirty and was often just there for the homeless or anyone having a rou...

I go to leave the day shift

But a noise interrupts

I hear a crying on my trip

I went almost numb

The crying was gut-wrenching

To me and my heart

Though I went to soften their denting

I witnessed a high in their cards

I walked away with distain

Not encouraging those who are smug

In a world of phones, you must refrain

Because attention is a hell of a drug...