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will

I’ve lost the will
to write these words
so much of this pain
is building up and I can’t
set it free without
damaging myself. What the
fuck am I even doing
This poem sucks.
Like really sucks.
There is nothing to it and it
won’t get me anywhere.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 04.25.2015 @ 7:07 pm

diverse

Racial slurs and combat scars
twisting in my iris. Complicating
existence, telling stories
to my uncle john. And words they sing
The words of kings. But hold your tongue
you marter. For life exists in common twists
of hollows in the water.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 04.03.2015 @ 7:36 am

bracelet

A stone cold bracelet
stuck in the waste-bin
on the side of the New York
street corner. No one gave
it a second glance.
No one found it near the
edge. No one cared
about the bracelet.
What they didn’t know
is the bracelet was diamond.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 02.19.2015 @ 5:36 pm

starry

I can’t compare your eyes
to a starry night
because they hold more
beauty than a thousand universes.

I can’t compare your voice
to a Mozart symphony
because you sing songs
that rip my chest wide open.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 08.22.2014 @ 8:12 am

temple

They say that
your body is a temple,
but I can’t help
drinking Jack Daniels
and smoking Marlboro Reds
or fucking,
because it’s how
I forget the way that
you abandoned me.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 05.12.2014 @ 8:47 pm

swimmer

I am the swimmer of your heart,
drowning in the blood,
holding my breathe until
I can’t hold it any longer.
And then I suffocate in you
just like I always dreamed I would.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 03.13.2014 @ 12:45 pm

derby

Don’t think about the words you write.
Eliminate all train of thought and
remember the way you feel,
because your feelings guide the words
you write. Your heart is tied to your fingers.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 02.08.2014 @ 8:11 pm

televised

this televised world we live in
where we sell our souls to appease the
companies that “care” and give us
shit when we don’t love the right lady.
what the hell are we supposed to do
when our lives are broadcasted to the world?

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 01.31.2014 @ 10:53 pm

sentiment

My midwest wife left her mother to be by my side and I don’t have the heart to tell her that her momma would treat her better. A relationship full of sentiments or lies.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 01.19.2014 @ 4:29 am

defended

If i fixate on the mix-tape
of the dead rapper guy that
got shot up
at a donut shop
while some cops defended
their loot
then what am I
doing with the life that
I’ve been give?
I’m not standing up for the ones
I love or even their tasty treats.
I’m just using myself to inhabit
the blank space we call
Earth in a manner such as this.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 11.20.2013 @ 11:16 pm

deep inside this origami life
equal pieces of me
fester in the
entrails of my colon
never consuming the
delightful darkness that
enters my mind only
deterring it for my sanity

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 11.20.2013 @ 11:35 am

You have defended every single
ounce of life that you pulsate
through your heart
into my lungs
and back out your ass
wait
that’s not romantic at all
I think the world hates me
Why do I feel so abused
I’m not sure what the hell is going on
This life is a piece of cake
The cake is a lie
References are overused
I’m overused
I’m broken

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 11.20.2013 @ 11:32 am

I have been so defended in the way that you look at the stars and oscillate through the looking glass on the beautiful night with the rainbows and butterflies and the screaming ox that chews on some hay. Where have we gotten the ideas that pooping in grass is acceptable?

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 11.20.2013 @ 11:30 am

toaster

I question the reality that I live in
with a broken glass bottle on the floor
and some burnt toast in the toaster.
What brought me to this point?
Why can’t I move on?
I’m so stuck in the feeling of insecurity
that I forget to live my life in the moment.
But I need a reimagining, not a makeover.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 11.14.2013 @ 11:23 am

rebound

I hate calling her my rebound
due to the fact that i’m in love with her
or she’s in love with me
or we’re mad at the world and sticking it to each other
what the hell is she doing?
what the hell am i doing?
is this the place for reconciliation?
maybe so, maybe not
there is no way of telling
but she does have a nice rack.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 09.12.2013 @ 10:05 pm

She was the rebound
to my flexographic dick swinger
because obviously I’m not man enough
to fuck until the break of dawn
or hold someone tight while they wake up
as the world comes to a pose on the edge of life
but who can blame it for using photoshop?

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 09.12.2013 @ 10:01 pm

bottles

He set his bottle on the shelf, half empty, as he slurred his speculations on God.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 08.29.2013 @ 8:58 pm

Bottles lay in the street,
empty from suffocation.
Dried from lustful thirst.
Bled out on the curb.
Shattered on the sidewalk.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 08.29.2013 @ 8:54 pm

strung

Silence brings me
to my knees and
rips out my vocal
undertones that
never breath words
Godly or ungodly.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 08.28.2013 @ 11:07 pm

I was so strung out on coke that I lost all perception of time and internal thoughts. Sure, I was coherent, but my emotions were built into nothing more than an inebriated game of Jenga. I wish I didn’t give up so easily, but when I go on that ride with the first blow, giving up becomes effortless.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 08.28.2013 @ 11:05 pm

I’m so high strung
suffocating with a collapsed lung
and my heart is being hung
by the thoughts of illusion

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 08.28.2013 @ 11:00 pm

creative

They tell me I’m creative, but all I feel like I am is a man with feelings that spread on the page like Nutella or JIF or the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter spreads on a piece of toasted wheat bread. But somehow my pages aren’t soggy or toasted brown. Maybe my words don’t belong on the page; maybe I’m doing it wrong.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 07.05.2013 @ 9:06 pm

destined

Demonstrative breaks;
escalating tones: her
sultry voice in my mind.
Tincture of her soul
implanted in my nerves,
neglecting the blood
emerging from my heart.
Destroy this thing inside me.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 03.26.2013 @ 12:39 pm

I’m destined to be the one who never falls,
who seeks forgiveness through all their faults,
that loses control through the best of the days
in the mind of the father in the eyes of the priest
and I’m stuck holding on to the one that I love
because I can’t let her go,
even through I’ve betrayed every inch of her body
my scars are healing, but I’ keep making more

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 03.26.2013 @ 12:33 pm

beware

Balderdash! he yelled,
enraged by young lust.
Wriggling his white,
arthritis plagued hands
’round in tight circles.
Eager for his wife.

But she was sleeping,
ensepulcher; dead.
Waiting for him to
arrive by her side.
Rest together in
embraced unity.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 03.20.2013 @ 3:52 pm

blasted

Blunders are packed
loosely into my back pocket.
Another rejection, another
silence, another lie, another
thoughtless expectation without
explanation as to why I
deem it necessary to feel.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 03.14.2013 @ 1:11 pm

Blasted to the past from the burning joint on the table,
forgetting what was to forget what’s now.
Losing my mind through the blaze, growing unstable,
throw more wood on the fire. Melting down
from a someone to a snake skin. I’m not able
to express myself through pencil and pen.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 03.14.2013 @ 12:37 pm

both

We both know the truth. That’s the sad thing. The truth will never set us free. It will just hold us in the chains it’s linked together and padlocked to the cellar floor. I can apologize through what you perceive as lies and paint the truth, but you wouldn’t listen anyway.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 12.04.2012 @ 10:34 am

various

There have been various times that I thought I was happy, but it was always drenched in anguish and anger. Where can I turn? The world is burning through the papers I write and my pencils are melting into ash.

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 10.04.2012 @ 9:00 am

despite

I’m desperate for desire of desolate lovers
despite the damnation of sins drawn on my skin
with Sharpie and cigarette butts

» Posted By [Sic] Philosophy On 09.18.2012 @ 4:57 pm

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