Grey

Little Light Occupies My Time Of Year.

I Pace Hopeless And Aimlessly Lost Within My Cell.

Windows Closed, Sealed Shut To Keep Out The Cold Day.

Lights Dimmed To Reflect My Mood And Music Turned Down To A Whisper.

A Shroud Of Grey Has Been Draped Over My World Weighing Heavy On My Chest.

The Warmth Has Been Pulled From The Earth, The Ground Turns To Ice.

This Once Urban Jungle Becomes A Tundra Overnight.
The Romance Of Falling Snow Has Faded And The Marriage Of Salt Starts To Rust.

RANT!

What The Fuck!

How do dumb ass ignorant lazy bastards and bitches continually find a way to make my day any worst than what it is.



What possesses a person to want to run blindly into the street with no heed of traffic or getting run over by another mindless fuck with a cellphone implanted into his/her ear.



Why do people reproduce with no intention of properly and responsibly raising their own creation, blaming society for every bad habit and miseducation of the young reflection of themselves.



What is purpose of highlighting every fuck-up of Hollywood society, it's bad enough that every fucktard preteen/teen talk, act and look alike in some manner due to annoying brain dead shows on TV, but why does society need to know why miss fuck face millionaire brat got sick last Tuesday because she drank too much and shot up in the backseat of her fucking limo while partying with another skankbag girlfriend.



What happened to morals? Did some jerk-off TV executive wake up one morning and think to himself, hmm...morals is out of date, ratings are higher when we sell sex, drugs, and dumb fuck anorexic icons.

Dead Poet

whats that sound that will not stop

try as i might it cease to drop

it's constant tone i can't forget

how can i think with this quartet

to drown it out i make some noise

the racket made is not of joy

make it stop or i'll go mad

shit i think it's kind of sad
that i am yelling at myself

knocking trophies off the shelf

kicking chairs across the room

throwing plates, breaking brooms

fucking ringing in my head

will it stop or when i'm dead

if that's so you should reply

on the floor my corpse will lie

Angel Wings

I long for times in which minutes lumber by

as time slowly dissolves into the arms

of an apparition of beauty

...

I want to coexist in your feelings,

your thoughts, your dreams.

...

I daydream of solitude moments in which

two people share one soul

Living Goth

I am truly afraid of this life I live.

Resisting each day of mundane tasks.

Cold greetings of a desolate home.

Struggling to sustain sanity in this

Meaningless existence.

Bleeding away a partial soul

Imprisoned by depression and substance abuse.

This self banishment has come with a cruel sentence

With only a glimpse of redemption.

Picture

I look at your picture and daydream of how happy I use to be.
I look at your picture and remember stealing glances of you as we share quiet
moments together resting tired bodies upon a soft bed.
I stole this picture from you to regret not what I did do but did not do to keep you close.
I burned this picture of you to forget that I was once miserable with love that could never be.

Free Verse Rant

Thoughts Of Rage Cloud My Mind

Preventing Clear And Reasonable Action

Fear What I Am Capable Of

When Suppression Fails

...

depiction of love by I-

cruel beast that tears at your inner self

shredding every fiber of life from you

leaving a scar deeper

than abyss of dark oceans

.....

heaven is no comparison to the

euphoric bliss that overwhelms the

senses and corrupts the mind with

daydream visions of angelic beings

.....

sharp edge carelessly handled

with no heed to damage

causing cuts that incubate

infections of grief, depression, anger, solitude

.....

warming peace that blankets the

soul from intrusive malice and

negative energy of those who

dwell in hate and prejudice

...

you are a cold surrogate lover, a evil bitch

downloaded into my life at 120bps

the false screen names you use to hide your identity

are vended from cheap strip joints

you come diseased with spam and trackers

hacking at my system going through my life

enticed by your sinful acts and perverse nature

i remain loyal and seek you out

taboo of information billions strong

viewed from a black lit screen