The-man-who-writes

Save the scars, bleed another day, One day, there will be more to say. Upon this bed I lay, closing my eyes to wonder if I owe death a debt to pay, Come whatever may. Leaves lay themselves upon the ground once they die, Here I lie, Upon the comfort of my bed with thoughts of despair, where I need not to myself lie, Crumple me up in blankets of shadow and feed me buckets full of lye. People often wonder why I hate those I am genetically obligated to love, I tell them it is because there is nobody up above, I could wonder the same, just like asking what rhymes with love, but that doesn't fit just like OJ's glove, I could tell you tha

IF there were words to describe my pain, I would tell you to look at a painting. Blotches and colors written over a blank space, to tell a story, A story of a broken heart that you helped break a little more. Sometimes I feel insane, Maybe insecure and shy for years from dating. Maybe I felt so happy because I could forget my pain, like a memory for Dory, I thought you would be different, but like all the others you lead me on to leave my heart sore. I stopped my afflictions, and my habits when I first saw your face. But I was lead on a road of happiness to hell, With my soul the only thing to sell. This leaves me here in tears lik

Blankness is all encompassing. Sitting in the shadows while those who claim to love you are bustling. What is bleak? If not darkness. Who is the face in the mirror? If not a likeness. Loneliness is felt deeply. Where piano keys are hit by feeble fingers. Trembling. Sitting and waiting for something to change. All night long. Being there yet told your never there. Untruthfulness in song. Let the dark choir lower it's tones, because I've heard enough. Where the bleak road goes now is uncertain. Calling fates bluff. It's like the sounds of a thousand loves ones suddenly falling silent. Facing you as the ones you love but facing away a

There are no exemptions in the art house of evil and despair. With so much darkness around us, it's hard to tell right from wrong anymore. That which is seen as truly right is shoved in our faces as a evil hand held together pair. So we constantly feel like ghosts on a playground, fading away in the blight of smog if we dare. Dare us to try, dare us to fight. There is only darkness ahead of us, yet we're told it will get better. But we know better, even in the darkest of night. I guess we need to slit our wrists and write a scarlet letter. So that when we die, we'll become a martyr in this society. Where pain has become a bonus to ex

Growing up, I always heard the term "Question Everything". As a young boy, I never truly realized the gravity of that term, I perhaps thought of it as a subject to perhaps sing. Sing about the things that hurt and the things that burn, or when to stand firm. Now as an adult, I look back on everything I've done, been through, created and written. You could sum up my life in the thousands of poems and songs, good or not, that I have put to paper. They always seem to be the same, I'm either riding the waves into the rising sun or being bitten. Now I think about my life now and the situation I'm in, and how many times I stared down a bottl

A man shapes his own universe by being alone at first. You begin alone, and you eventually become alone. But what is being alone honestly? It's like going backwards to be fair. You started there, then you wind up there. It's a demented form of pong, just going back and forth. But in a way, it can be the greatest thing. A person finds out who they are truly when they are alone. You figure out what you are all about. Are you an artist? Serial killer? (Hopefully not. But it's cool if you are. I don't judge.) (Please don't murder me) Or are you just a normal person? Day after day we ingest what we are given. Whether it be from TV, books, movies

The stronger threat of losing, or the truth of leaving, Or even, if you dare go there, believing, Can be called treason, or even bereaving, Or maybe, in a way, giving. Trusting can be called failing, or the falsehood of strife, Or even, breaking the knife, Or maybe, in a way, life. Let's take a moment to think that maybe it all lies in time, But of course you cannot buy coffee to move through it anymore at the cost of a simple dime, Grab a passport and leave, serve through the time you have been given, not like it's a crime, Better than biting down on a lime. See this as blabber all you wish, But be free falling to the ocean or be

Lately I look out my window, and I see the land has run dry, On the wall is my letter, a manifesto of my life, I realize now what I must do, for I can longer to myself lie, The realization hits the bone, while the truth is the knife, I can't keep driving over the same highway over and over, Without seeing the same things, A sonnet about how disgusted with myself I am, or my heart broken from a lover, Now I see what tomorrow brings, Time to answer the call, Time to bless the fall, I can escape this life I have lived over the years, By drying up my tears, I can move on to brighter skies in the horizon afar, By stitching up this scar, With the

Sip down the whiskey, keep my spirits high, Watch the room spin, watching time as it passes me by, I channeled all your pain, It's making me insane, I tore my body apart for you, It's the best I could do, I tried you only once, But we danced the dance, Then I was hooked, Then my life was booked, I can't be fixed, not while my emotions are mixed, So I sit here drunk and perplexed, Maybe you weren't good, maybe you weren't bad, But you were the best I ever had.

My maiden, my bride, From whom I won't hide, Lore told me of you, deep within the sea of myth, A soldier I am of Nordic times, running away from the hith, I have slain dragons and beasts for you, To show you I was true, But you were ever changing like the waves from which you were born, But I am never torn, For you I will keep coming, Fate won't keep me summing, My heart is yours, Even if my heart isn't, Be with the waves, From the ones of your kind, But my heart is the one your nature saves, Bound, forever this will bind, Roll out to sea, I will join you in this quest to find what really matters, Scores of tales of this jou