The Journal: Chapter I
The coyote had not set foot in a church voluntary his entire life. it was not that austin did not like religion or not believe in god, it was just that he had no motivation to try.
Depths of Myself
A fire that truly burns my already slivered mind, if my life were a song, if a lordly hand attempted to place me upon the turn table and spin, such noise to deafen the sounds all joy or any other positive emotion, and that noise would over shadow the very
The Rose
Something's changed The clouds turn black And the demons still remain insane Everyday is a new battle of survival Hearing the usual daily quotes "Survival of the fittest" "The weak will perish" As i look into the mirror I see the imperfect...
Candle of Hope
Society has told us in order to get better take medications to get rid of depression to end the suicidal thoughts have we become so dependent on medicine that we must sacrifice our own health in order to heal when an individual decides to end their life
Origins of R.C.
It really had an impact on his life overall. unfortunately his addiction to going to the underground parties, mostly to take drugs and escape his ultimate reality, was the primary cause.
The Type I Want
The type I want is nice and submissive He is kind but not dismissive. * * * The type I want is sweet and ambitious He is silly and good but still can be suspicious. * * * The type I want is cute and courageous He is faithful and yet...
Revelation
Then past and present did agree, it was time to make a treaty, and life will never grow. the end :d
De-Construction
Of hell but never stopped fighting time to say goodbye to the life i once held on to for so long
Call me deathpoem
Up and down I say. Up and down I fell. Not quite sane. Not quite real. The angles did not hear the angles did not fell. demons of hell help me heal. Call me death. A demon of this world. Pain no more. Pleasure all day. Pride I feel no matter the...
Poem #50: An Understanding
#51 of poetry this is a poem written mostly about understanding things (or trying to), and most of it is from my experiences (both good and bad) within my short life of 18 years (so far).
Poem #49: Wings
_wings_ i cannot bear this pain i no longer feel sane blood flows through my hand nobody seems to understand this feathered fate lifts me into the air all will see the words i say will crumble my life from the sky will tumble i cry inside
Poem #43: Something
Its about the conflict between despair of having things in your life fall out of your control, but its also about how the other things in your life give joy and reasons to enjoy the life and be thankful for what you have.