Thoughts are like poison

Once we have them they don’t go away

The eat us on the inside

Tearing us apart

They have the ability to stop the strongest person

Or to kill our dreams

We can’t stop our thoughts

We can only live with them...

TW- suicidal talk

Night is a peaceful time

A self reflection of my flaws

Memories of mistakes

Urges to be accepted

A small and cold place

Echoes of the old

Screams in my face

Self loathing in the heart

Hating from the start

An end to the madness

I’m put in my place

Stay quiet till the morning

Don’t save the date

Distance yourself from other

Spit in my face

Fuck all the joy

Accept...

I here a voice in the night

A shudder in the darkness

Is it the souls of the lost

Or is it my thirst acceptance...

You are my light and my joy

My world revolves around the axis of your heart

You are the reason I wake up and why I’m so eager to sleep

My reason to better myself is you, your soul is deep

The world resents your creation and talent

But I stand by you with my motivation

Your beauty and swift tongue are things of ultimate creation

When the world hates you I hate the world

They don’t understand...

All that glitters is not gold

I used to believe everything had its own value

The dirt, the sky, people around

But after many lonely night with nothing to fight but myself

I have come to realize

Gold doesn’t glitter and neither does the light in my eyes

If you could even call it a light to begin with

A feint sheen that reviles nothing

But an empty chasm without hope

So no all that glitters ...

I’m always near but never in the group

Seeing all but not participating

I would join if someone let me

But since no one will I’ll just stay here

In the corner is where I find the most peace

A wall to lean on with a nice crease

Let me in or keep me out

Let me know when I can come out

But while I wait I’ll be right here

A fly on the wall that’s always near...

When he died and how are yet to be seen

But we know who did it he didn’t leave the scene

Why he did it we will never know

The body wasn’t mangled but left quite a show

I’ve seen worse in my day but this ones special

Why

Because it was me who left the spectacle

The light sets on the play as we start a new day

Except I’m not in it cause I was the one who was slayed...

I want to be free

I want to see freedom with these chained eyes

My body moves toward the labor but my mind wonders

It drifts up to the sky

The birds are free unlike me but they were born with wings

And I was born with speech

My mind speaks of freedom while my bones stay silent

A crashing stream of influxtion

I work now but soon

My body may be set free...

That light at the end of the tunnel

People love to go on and on about that damn light

I’ve seen many tunnels in my short life

But never any light

Is it real, do I keep chasing so imaginary light

Or do I give up on finishing and set camp for the night

I’ve achieved goals but they never end in light

Only more tunnel follow by more night

Is there a light at the end of the tunnel

Or is it in our i...

Why must I think a poem has to rhyme for it to be good

Why do I write so dark when I’m in the sunlight

Why can’t I be like the others around me

Enjoying every second of life without a care

I want to do this but I can’t

I tell them I’m ok but inside the light is going out

Out of its way to strangle my last bit of happiness

Why can’t I rhyme and be happy

Why can’t I say what’s I feel

My life is...