My Writing

Let it be known that I rarely write poems/lyrics, so any criticism, no matter how harsh (you can even tell me take my own life, probably won’t though, fyi). I’ve just been wanting to try and get stuff out for a long time, and I’m just going to go for it.

Iron Gone Soft

These walls keep me in my place
They are stronger than I am
They live longer than I can

It’s this inferior attitude that digs me in
Seeing another as superior destroys
Being thought of as nothing
Moving forward toward nothing

I’m going to the lab
To forge an ore too strong for man
There, I’ll crawl into the metal
Melt into the new materials
Flesh suffocating, sensory organs omit use

Eyes open
Walls come down
Ears listen and eyes glisten
Walls come down

Through the wall and through the world
Plaster remains on the ground
The walls must come down

The Definition of Anger

Don’t bother with loud ones
Fists clenched, red-faced actors
They mean nothing
Eyes of others are their only fuel

Don’t waste time with their raw haste
It’s nothing but a horrid attempt at the evenings limelight
Distaste in the mouths of all who watch
Time to head south, maybe rot in the Everglades

He sits alone and hits his head off the ground
Soft carpet with a tan tone lets his conscious hang around
This man deserves our eyes
This man deserves our hope

Drunks raging are the shit of the earth
Self-loathing starts each and every war
None of us are right
You’re fast heart rate shows how fucked up you are

Take the lonely one who resides on the carpet
Bring him to the root of all his woe
Sooth his concussion with revenge
Drain the blood of attacker

Hold him up
Wrap him up
Tie him up
Rip him up

Living without regard puts you in shards
People take pleasure in your suffering
How does it feel to be nothing
Waking to blood, vomit, and a group that despises you

We all take pleasure in the smile of the once angry boy

Simple Days and the Sun Rays

That moment the first ray of sun hits you
Through the window and across the room
Past your skin as you start to grin
Starting feels so good

Spring is green
Summer is a social feast
Autumn is thanks
Winter is love

Today’s water is cold and refreshing
Birds tip their beaks to you
Their puddle is your cup
We drink together, oh so subtle

Lips of your partner are moist
Their skin makes yours twist and turn
Hold hands
Of all prizes this is the most grand

Sleep soundly
Tomorrow will be the same
Simple pleasures
Our only measures